To the Lake

First time seen we ran and climbed

On glacier- strewn boulders bigger than

Dad’s Chevy. Looked across the cove,

Swimming in our minds. I’ll win.

Run down, small, weed-choked, perfect.

Daring each other to swim now, but

Only April, too cold, so tempting.

Regina rolling eyes, shaking head no.

Jacked it level, shingled, painted,

Roddy and I sweat-working that Spring.

Regina cleaning, dusting, flinging

Colonies of mice, ants, startled bats.

The summers almost endless then,

Swimming in champagne chill,

Deep-diving to touch fish; Ivory soap

Baths and blinding Breck shampoo lather.

Sunburned summer friends: Jody, Janet,

And Buzz with Paul, pact of the same clothes

Summer, no changing. Two mothers

Hand wringing, shaking permed heads, laughing.

Then Sunfish races, Suzy always winning,

Golden hair flying out, sun-glorious,

Buzz coming bow front just once

Running to first finish on picture day.

And the Shore Patrol canoe, Day-Glo

Painted, two halves of whole, dared

To stay afloat one long summer,

Sneaking up on nude lake midnight lovers.

And Tommy, swimming, laughing, loving

In and out of water, slippery fish love

Smooth skin no other ever, ever had.

So many perfect lake night’s heaven.

Early morning cousins, come to fish

And waking us to frenzied coffee greetings.

Uncle Steve never told, never betrayed us.

The good mornings, day, nights now gone.

Now forty years later, first sighted again,

Tumbled rocks, weed-choked, sad.

But crystal water still cold, Buzz there again,

Drifting, swimming, sailing. I’ll let him win.

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