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Gary Hunter

One Life Saved - March 25, 2024

two kids in the middle of the lake

arms on a sinking canoe    slip and flail   

wounding the water as they cry out

 

dropping my fishing pole   I run

barefoot up the dock   across

the lawn and yell at the house

 

“Dad, Papa . . . someone’s drowning”

 

our motorboat roars off

the bow rears like a horse

blue smoke trailing the churning wake

 

a boy my age is brought

and stretched out on the lawn  

gasping and groaning   eyes closed

 

same place I would lay my daily catch

of perch and bullheads    some still

sucking air when I aimed my Polaroid

 

how could I feel what they felt?

lacking intimacy with most things

I was a child pushing a button

 

none of them lived

and he remains

badly out of focus

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