Swimming

Swimming

We used to run
down to the lake
in the moonlight,
ditch our clothes
and swim out to
the dock,

cleansing ourselves of
all the demands of the day:
the guests at the lodge
who needed clean sheets
or a crib for their new baby,
the cook who needed two
dozen potatoes peeled immediately,
the owner of the camp needed
one of the boys to
stack wood outside
Owl’s Nest cabin.
back on shore, we shake
ourselves like dogs,
slip back into our clothing,
and head back to bed.
Morning will come too soon.

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