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| Poet: Tim Gavin |
| Category: Lyrics |
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As kids we would sneak out to Long Pond Bridge
when the sun settled beyond the white birch sky-line.
We would look at the manmade lake,
our reflections staring back at us
in the dark cedar water and wait
for the brave one to step up on the rail
and swan dive down
to the surface, breaking the muddy reflection
of us staring into the unknown.
The wait seemed like a thaw of winter
as he approached the surface
from below, rising with fistfuls
of brown leaves, stones,
and ground fish bones,
re-entering the plane
that bridged us to this underworld.
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