Beverly Summa

BAPTISMAL WATER

 On hot days she would take me

to the creek behind her house. 

We would run through the rangy mantel

of cattail and reeds,

into the wonderful shock of icy water.

She said it was okay to take my top off

because we didn’t have any boys around,

& there wasn’t another house in sight.

She would kick her sandals off

and hold the length of her skirt

above the current,

while I’d rest on the smooth rocks

& let the mountain-cold water

rush across my belly.

Sometimes she would get happy,

wading around with a thin cigarette

that she pinched between

her thumb and index finger.

Then with her bottom in the water,

she’d lean back against the bank,

knees pointing up to God,

& the long, red hairs of her bush

waving like a flame.

Beverly's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Rust and Moth, Chiron Review, the New York Quarterly, Buddhist Poetry Review, Trailer Park Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, Hobo Camp Review and others.  She has a BA in English and is a Pushcart nominee.  Beverly is the owner of a music school and store that she operates with her husband.  She grew up in Yonkers, New York and New Hampshire and currently resides in South Salem, New York with her family.  

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