Dave Gourdoux

by Dave Gourdoux

A young boy,

thirteen, maybe fourteen years old

is standing on the shore of a river,

wide and deep and slow, its surface glassy smooth.

He is dressed in a plain black t-shirt and

blue jeans coated with a thin layer of brown riverbank dust.

It is late August, warm ,with a gentle reminder in the coolness of the breeze,

that summer is almost spent, almost gone.

He reaches to the ground and pi