“The Swimming Hole” POEM 9

The swimming hole
is a pebbled river bank
with a solid bend
mountain water run off cold!
Goose fleshed skin when touched by its caress
a roiling rapid in & out
with 300 feet of calm relief
Jumping out long enough
to let hot sun warm my powdery skin,
then back in again.
Smooth rocks pressing hard
into tender feet.
Canon balls and sit dives from a tree.
A toddlers laughter on the edge of the water
as a clutch of butterflies swirl and mate
in the distance a dog plays with his new found reflection
i can see my wife
sprouting freckles from her space far from the shade
reminding herself she knows how to smile

so i enjoyed river wanders through the eyes of a child

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