Below the Surface

Below the Surface — page 7
cloud of silt and there I grab something way too smooth and light to be a stone It's round and flat and fits in my palm The air is starting to burn in my lungs and my mouth wants to fly open I shove the weird object into my bag and kick for the surface The current carries me a little farther as I swim for the riverbank A guy fishing on the bank waves Nice day to be on the river eh Always Hey want some weights I grab the handful of lead weights tangled in fishing line out of my bag These are in good shape Thanks He touches the brim of his hat which has brightly colored lures stuck into it Have a good one With a wave goodbye I climb the bank using bushes to haul myself up The path that follows the river is mostly empty As I head back toward the bridge water sloshes from 6