The Last Swim of Summer

ought to be swum
without knowing it,
afternoon lost to
re-finding the rock
you can stand on
way out past the
raft, the flat one
that lines up four-
square with the door
of the boathouse.

Freestyle and back-
stroke and hours on
the dock nattering
on while the low sun
keeps setting fin-
gers and toes getting
number and number ...
how could we know
we were swimming the
last swim of summer?

by Jonathan Galassi

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We've had the most gorgeous summery weather for the last three days. Yesterday it got up into the 80's and Barbie Dreamboat was the place to be. Bob and Carole came over and Bob did the honors while Carole and I sat in the bow and drank Prosecco. As you can see, Lucy preferred Bob's company.

The colors aren't quite at peak but just look at how beautiful they are. And, I swear I have not retouched this photo!

I took a swim - actually more of a plunge - and the water has cooled off quite a bit but I was so grateful to have just one more. And who knows, maybe it wasn't the last swim of summer.