| Summer Sapphics Marilyn Taylor |
Maybe things are better than we imagine if a rubber inner-tube still can send us drifting down a sinuous, tree-draped river like the Wisconsin- far removed from spores of touristococcus. As we bob half-in and half-out of water with our legs like tentacles, dangling limply under the surface we are like invertebrate creatures, floating on a cosmic droplet-a caravan of giant-sized amoebas, without a clear-cut sense of direction. It's as if we've started evolving backwards; mammal, reptile, polliwog, protozoon- toward that dark primordial soup we seem so eager to get to. Funny, how warm water will whisper secrets in its native language to every cell-yet we, the aggregation, have just begun to fathom the gestures. |
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