Prairie Poetry   
  The Night Swim

In the lake, she says her greatest fear
is mystery, how the cloying mud
hides things and slopes away suddenly
just a few yards from the shore.
It is the unmeasured dark, a bottom
never touched, the way
coils of moonlight break apart
when dragonflies lash against the water.

  Brian Minturn
  Copyright © 2004 Brian Minturn
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