In Love Again

It never looks
that far,
from one shore
to the other.
It never seems
that deep
or turbulent.
And yet each year
they pull them
out of the water,
sometimes days
later
when they've
come back
to the top
downstream,
away from the
roughage of waves.
They have slipped
from rocks,
out of the hands
of true loved ones,
fallen from boats,
or maybe they
just dove in
to cool off
from the summer
heat. The blue
of water
too tempting
to ignore.
And the brave
ones that try
to save
the drowning,
die too.
It's never good,
this love thing.