croatan plants and chlorine bottles

Senses of summer brought back- first through the smell of drinking water through a sun baked garden hose- the beginning of the stream hot, with hints of brass and rubber. 

The Cannonball, probably the worlds’ most popular dive, sets off the senses too as chlorine gushes into my nasal cavity and I’m reminded of the glass amber bottles lined up along the side of my grandparents house in Florida next to the pool pump, croatan plants where lizards live, hide and sleep.

And then you wake up…and think about the past two years since my dad died in a car crash. Thinking, dreaming, one conscious the other unconscious but often times merging together, fueled by the other, crossing the double yellow lines blasting head on into the other leaving my dad still- not moving- eyes open staring at life’s next mystery.


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