a rowboat made of wooden
planks
borrowed
from
the sandy beach
next door,
all five of us got in.
our feet
wet in the leaking
water.
no life
jackets,
no idea how to swim,
as he rowed
us across the bay
for ice cream.
there's a picture on my
dresser
of that day.
the day we could have all
drowned.
his blue eyes
in the sunlight,
the curls of his blonde
hair,
his wide
mischievous grin
while
his muscled arms
rowed us to another
shore.
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