the drowning
we dodged the heat
between
trees and weeds
and
spuming fungus
bound aloft in poison ivy
the swamp
breathed dark water
curdled with leaves
while a frog padded
impassively
among the lace-filigree
water-lilies
to find its resting place
drowning here in summer's garden
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