poem that belongs in a boat in summer by Connie Bacchus

sun high blue skies no wind choppy waves no lake that is so cold if you fall in you will freeze to death it is not the deepest place in the world in a remote camping spot far away but near a warm beach of sand lots of bodies touring vacationing swimming taking the ferry they are reading steamy novels on towels drinking pop laughing listening to the radio station from spokane coconut sunscreen tents set up a little farther there is a lot of noise & bustle no scary waves to chop through maybe someone forgot sunscreen & the sun ruthless burns reflections on the water