She is a legend by the next summer
a monster of the deep
a stage whisper over a campfire
weeds tickling the back of your leg
schools of small fish swimming too close
sinking to your ankles in the silt
between slippery rocks
everything that you can't see
that rests beneath the green brown water
threatens to rise to the surface
or pull you under.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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