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Friday, July 22, 2016

Immersion by Elodie Pritchartt



Like teabags poised
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over the roiling water,
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we dangled, by turns,
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from a rope.
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Pushed off the roof
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of the boat,
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swung out and dropped
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into the muddy mug
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of the Mississippi
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only to emerge
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laughing
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surprised
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at having survived
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the fall.
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Little mud mustaches
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etched the sepia
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memories of
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that river
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that day
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that summer
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that childhood
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into our skin.
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Now the sandbars
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whose soft embrace
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showed us the way
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rarely surface --
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the channel and our veins
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silted
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with the detritus
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of forty years.
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We have reunions,
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make note
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of those not there.
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Search name tags
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for faces
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we no longer
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recognize.
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We bury
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parents
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friends
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and fears
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of the undertow
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as the bank sloughs
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each spring
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rechannels
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our expectations
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and we emerge
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laughing
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surprised
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at having survived
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at all.
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