One of the last places to hear dialect, if you're from away.
Girls with stretched legs and boys with furrowed brows call
"Mummah" from the floating dock thirty feet from shore
"Watch us race and swim like fish"
"Do you see the ducks, Bubbah?"
at the lake's edge
we watch them, ready to dive in,
hands forming a visor over my eyes
I look out to the other side -
the shore where a boddhisattvha sits
she blesses this little pond
and all the mothers and their babies
who, for this summer, watch each other
holding us in a gaze of complete tenderness
we don't know what next year will bring
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