It stood over the dark swirling water
like a sentinel to forlorn wishes.
Swimming all natural
as the day of birth was.
Cooling and caressing
Dark Waters eddy,
surrounding root and knot
in a loving embrace
before drifting along.
Dean would disturb
this vortex with a huge splash
disappearing under the opaque
currents
come up sputtering
and clamber for bank.
“Get in the water
a car is comin”
is all he’d say
to warn of exposure.
All would dive in and wait
for dust to settle and
return to normal.
It was a good life.
I’ve seen that bridge since
and wonder how things might've
been different
had we noticed the alligator
sunning on the bank.
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