and took off my clothes and glasses and swam
in the sun-warmed water like a letter
that arrives by surprise from an old friend
there are no restrictions the water
warm like a shadow and worn metal
from the middle of
there are no restrictions
the lake
the two guys in the canoe
still a couple of sentences away
probably uncomfortable
about my nakedness

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