Cold Swim

by

Doug Larson

together we swim
an ice covered lake
frozen ceiling above
laminated decay below
holding our breath
for as long as we can
sucking at life
until our energy to live
withers
we exhale
release our grip
in slow rising bubbles
breathing deep death’s waters
to float
or sink
Heaven
or Hell
and if we rise
do we watch God skate
through hard waterglass
figure eights
above our frozen eyes?

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