Naked Barge Jumping

Quiet corner of Lincoln Woods

 

Naked Barge Jumping

Let’s make it mid-July

by a shimmering poem

without mosquitoes.

We leap open-mouthed

from a rickety barge

into cool cedar odes.

Our cleansed forms

rise to metaphor

as assonance resounds

through hidden verse.

Let’s jump off again

and again and again,

with just as much fear

and joy as the first rhyme.

 Published in The Rhode Island Writers Circle Anthology, 2008

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