Au Naturel
Postseason
After Labor Day, speedboats gone,
the weather turns gorgeous.
Teacher Jim, age eighty-two,
and nurse Edith, a mere seventy-eight,
at the dock nonchalantly strip.
In the cold water they soap themselves,
bare butts etched like driftwood.
The air is warm, breeze gentle.
World, carry on.
Midseason
Free like an otter I swim
without suit nor jock,
then spy a mom and (uh oh) young girl
at the neighboring dock.
They wave, (whew),
smiles on their lips.
There's something so wholesome
about a skinny dip.
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