The Gem 17 NOV 2014
At the river’s swollen joint we dived in,
suddenly light and jointless
as our six feet mixed the warmed crust of water
with the icy below.
The frangipani I had tucked behind my ear
was presumed drowned until it resurfaced between us
as a beautiful relic.
skinks darted at our every scream as if
powered by sound.