the lake water soothes my soul
as it cools my toes
no one else on this tiny patch of fine sand
in the distance a boat - someone fishing
and I remember the summers
when nothing was wrong
and nothing was yet lost
the smell of mud and aquatic plants
the sound the water made
hitting the side of the boat
the little secret island we went to
juice from a Minnie Mouse bottle
and a sandwich wrapped in parchment paper
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