purple motes

There was no swimming
in the lake that was made
by damning a river
but sailing was permitted,
and running across
the water in the wind
you might lean the wrong way
and get thrown in.

In the cool fresh water
soon would come the question
of how much time you had
for a swim.

Because it might not be long
before your bedraggled
bug boat turned turtle.
Then you could only sit and wait
for the roar of the powered guards.