I waded in the lagoon beneath the rocky overlooks,
watching him convince himself to jump, and then not to jump.
"Try it from 30 feet!" said the bachelors from the bank.
"There aren't any rocks!"
"We really gotta go!"
A cottonwood seed washed up on my eye,
and as I doggie paddled away from where he would have splashed (or crashed),
the glassy lake rippled with furry stars,
quivering like crickets, colliding like the songs of crickets.
