Lake Michigan
I didn’t bring a bathing suit
how was I to know
that there is a beach
in the big city.
I’m glad though
it was more fun that way
I felt like a teenager
lying on my thrift shop shirt
drinking a warm lime-a-rita
from a can.
The lake was cold
in a wake you up
spin you around
kind of way.
Usually in water
I think about all the people
who have drowned.
But today I was just so happy.
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Great poem–masterful…
I’m glad to say that I had not overlooked your work.
The unexpected last lines raise the poem. Nicely done!