moon
that shone over us
one night,
late spring.
So well lit
was the silent forest
by its presence,
that we felt
brave enough
to disrobe, tossing
aside our
inhibitions and knickers
to wade through
the shallows of the lake,
dive into its
weedy underbelly,
laugh at our daring,
and resurface cleaner
than the days we
arrived on this
fair earth.
Copyright, Catherine Young, Jan. 6th, 2012.
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