Lake Swimming - Laura Veirs

Lake swimming

Shucking free our deadened selves

Like snakes and corn do

Our bodies tore off swimming suits

And all the old notions

The cold ocean far away

Enter the sun

Marching like a matador

Flashing her velvet yellow suit

Throwing a red cape on the sky

Old butterfly

I’ll dance with you

Though our wings may crumble

We can float like ash

Broken but the edges still shine

Lake swimming

Shucking free our deadened selves

Like snakes and corn do

Our bodies tore off swimming suits

And all the old notions

The cold ocean far away