you knew what kind of suit life wears, right–?

the Rhine in Basel

.

we sit in the shade,
eat falafel, time floats slowly,
swimmers in the Rhine, neon colored sacks in tow,
(to keep their stuff dry),
g l i d e with the stream,

from the 19^th century bridge,
Life (in a bright, red swimsuit) head-jumPs,

———skYdEEp,

out s t r e t c h ed wiNgs, wooOOO

BaM/SpLasH, cRashes,
sucked up, hair, legs, limbs, sWirls
in a loop of vorteXes,
(behind the pillars),
blaZeSpiN(s) , FliPs
tOPDowN// FaStSpEEdS

eXit(s)– at the ground,

(it’s cool down here//
soundless),

i lean back, gasp for breath,
afternoon sun touches little waves
with tender fingertips,
boys & girls with towels ‘round their hips, wet hair
“how’s the water?”
“freezing”
an old man silver-rolls his wife (dotted dress,
curly grey hair) in a wheel chair
along cobble plastered paths,

&i type up a poem, swim through it a bit,
let my hands glide along gaps&crevices&

crawl back into bed, sun not up yet,
dressed already, kiss him (with the stream
gurgling on my tongue, still),

& he’s waving– slow/ly

————from the edge of sleep
.

since we’re still celebrating 2 years at dVerse, we have a collection of all the MTB and FFA prompts and you’re free to choose one and write a new poem for it.. i chose anna’s prompt from july 4^th, atmosphere/creating a mood for mine…. tony will swing open the pub doors at 3pm EST