Big Blue River skin absorbing the heavy rays of sun heat and humidity attempt to hinder peaceful breathing the pickup squeaks and trembles with every hole and crack in the road windows down the wind whips through your long locks of gold swimming trunks and sports bras only, and a whole tube of sunscreen stop the truck, time to unload release the straps covering the bed of the truck heave out the plastic diamonds together, pick two up at once show those men over there you don’t need them, you don’t want them grab the water bottles and the bag the oars are already in the kayak go under the tree line and set the boats into the water, jump in push off hear the gentle rift against the movement and the water birds chirp sweetly as insects buzz like small motor planes flying past take the oar in both hands and paddle, from side to side under the bridge and through the rocky course finally reach the slow calm stream wind through the river, the one known so well taken so many times, an expert in the field by now there are more people out today than normal pass them by quickly, silently gloat in confidence curve further and further through the stream memorize where the big boulders are from last time so the kayak doesn’t get stuck, no getting out and walking the trees so dark and green the Camp’s soldiers would stand out sky so blue and light, get lost in the vast openness around the white puffy clouds the small ripples in the water, provided by the wind, brings up a soft mist against glowing skin this scene of nature so beautiful it makes one want to believe in god in a god that wasn’t known before, because the last one didn’t work out too well two dragonflies break through the swarm of gnats to land on the boat the two bodies gleam metallic green and blue, then show the world of two loves
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