Life under water
The memory surfaces from the most unexpected places.
Riding my bike through the park, it hangs in the air.
In the country, I find it where animals give off their stink.
It's not common, but it is so familiar that I can conjure it up washing a coffee cup.
And then it all comes back--life under water, blurry and silent.
Riding my bike through the park, it hangs in the air.
In the country, I find it where animals give off their stink.
It's not common, but it is so familiar that I can conjure it up washing a coffee cup.
And then it all comes back--life under water, blurry and silent.
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