these streets welcomed me
the breaking of the dam
pressing down so
I drowned here
blinded and gasping
spilling across the pavement
seeping into the cracks
broken breaking
soles against concrete


this dusk bathed us
through the end of the light
a kinder darkness
enfolded us
patched-up altered
and a dog with a story
in August
melting in the floe


About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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One Response to Swimming

  1. Terry M Gresham says:

    Reblogged this on TerryMGresham.

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