Reflections in Moonlight

By a lovely lady named Lana who is probably enjoy having her beautiful feet in the pond.

L.T. Garvin

The night we

swam in the pond

dark water and moonlight

our teeth slightly chattering,

brilliantly gleaming

in the not quite warm spring

glad your farmhouse

was six miles out of town

sanctuary to hide Strawberry Hill wine

that tasted somewhat

like the sour grapes of living

mixed with lifesavers

treading water

giggling girls, silly splashing

gum tree casting shadows

car lights bounced across the vista

somewhere in the distance

we raced for the dock

scurry, hurry

as little night trolls scrambled

purveyors of night schemes

keepers of secrets

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