
“fonelady” by Smith & Lady<\/p><\/div>\n
at sleepy hollow lake<\/strong><\/p>\n
i learned to swim
\nat sleepy hollow lake
\nin that huge pool<\/p>\n
on cold mornings
\nin summer, they threw
\nme in<\/p>\n
i would not go myself<\/p>\n
i was a boy facing fear
\nlike a fat black snake<\/p>\n
when it seemed I might drown
\nthey shoved a bamboo pole
\nin the water for me to grab,
\nto reel me in like a slippery carp<\/p>\n
******<\/p>\n
i opened the door this morning,
\n& the wind
\ngreeted me like freezing
\nwater<\/p>\n
no one to throw me outside<\/p>\n
this time, i went willingly<\/p>\n
~ markk<\/p>\n
. . .<\/p>\n
Amazon tributary<\/strong><\/p>\n
The small girl lay on the river bank
\nalongside the large fish.
\nHis long whiskers touched the tips
\nof her hair.<\/p>\n
His eyes, looking this way and that,
\nheld amazement –
\nto find her there after so many years.<\/p>\n
The small girl stroked his body.
\nHer palms and limbs slowly became
\narmoured in scales.<\/p>\n
First her left shoulder, then her right
\nuntil her body was wholly silver
\nhis stiff whiskers caught in her hair.<\/p>\n
When she turned to kiss him she found
\nhe had slipped back
\ninto his river.<\/p>\n
~ Geraldine Green<\/p>\n
. . .<\/p>\n
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