Lake Nepesing Poem by John W. McEwers

Lake Nepesing



I remember her name was Sandra,
Where her lips lifted, parted to
Show two cute teeth when she smiled.

It was August, and the lake was baked
By generous sun, warm to the toes
Until a cool muddy bottom
Where we sank like fountain pennies.

We didn’t swim so much
As we did stand, shoulders
Blistering and shimmering
In the lost time

Green water tickled wood
Planks, swelled and bent lazily
On the sun-cracked dock
And hours or minutes
I cannot recall
Of small fish, schooling
Just beyond us where the bottom
Drops.
Where water darkens
Deepens and cools.
Where two bodies
Nervous for one another’s
Deep places
Must struggle to stay afloat.

Her lips were blueberries and
Her eyes were almonds
And this confection of summer
Sweet. Something I would savor still
Had we only waded far enough from shore.

The fish, when scattered
By a passing boat, swept
Like grain for the shallows.
And with tiny, stupid eyes
Stormed into our skin.
So many little fish
Like bullets.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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