Spend the day at the lake
What have you won
boys out there careless hair
looking out over the muddy water
The grass and trees hug the cabin
The grain in last years log of firewood
spells summer
and we are supposed to swim, to swim out in that muddy water
We raise hands together thoughtless
witnessing the sky
it now owns our minds
water up to our knees
We are supposed to swim
spend the day at the lake
win summer as it rapidly slides past
grain in the wood disappearing into the flame
Suns reflection robbing us of our focus always trying to fix the horizon
And as we held hands and felt the water reach our neck
we could tell there was no way back
The cabin was so far back there on the shore
There would be no return whispered the small waves
and smiles appeared on or unsuspecting faces
arms turned in and moved us into the depths
We would make it to the other side before sundown
or die trying
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