by David Rodriguez
art by Clinton Van Inman
On the lake, downslope of the levee,
The old pin oaks shake
One needle, two, tinkling
At two kids barefoot in
Oil-sheen. They pause for the
Ankle-break bend of a sloop
Angling toward infinity
Through the purling water.
It’s another world
On board, Dom Perignon,
A kind of bikini soon abandoned,
LeRoux grooving from the radio.
A long wispy trail of sky
Denuded by this version of fun.
They skim to their home, to bed
Dropping oil and the lake
Until a sizzle, meat, the smell of a fry
Ghosting through the room
And argosies of potato splitting oil,
Rippling old gold, clasped in their mother’s
Wilt-white tongs like mermaids removed from the sea.
David Rodriguez is a writer and teacher based in New Orleans with
an MFA from Florida State University. He has previously been published
in The New Orleans Review, The Southeast Review, and The Double Dealer
Redux, among other places.
Clinton Van Inman grew up in North Carolina, graduated from San Diego State University in 1977, taught in South Carolina and is currently a high school teacher in Tampa Bay where he lives in Sun City Center, Florida with his wife, Elba.
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