BAYOU by Kathryn V. Jacopi • Cleaver Magazine
Dip and paddle, bloom. A dragonfly barrels and darts. Hot afternoon balm rolls across the pond. The pending night wicks off the sweat drawn out from the shoulders’ beat. Brownish water folds into itself, turtles bubble to the spread, snap toward the dragonfly, see me, and dive. I break the pond with a short stroke kind of code.
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