- Lithia Springs, Three Times
1
What do we call it, eternal? The springwater, domesticas a swimming pool at 72 degrees,always about as blue as a child's eyeor the sky when all they promised was rain.
We drive home with sand collected to our feetreminds us this is your dead brother's carthis is a long summer the mouth of a fireworkbefore the sound
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There is a young boy trying to drownhis sister making waterlaughter. She criesfor a mother I cannot see I cannot see
any alligators just egrets engagingibis; summer in a chorus of green around us, watchingto see what becomes of us all afterfalling asleep with the oven on
3
What if it's true this springwater is colderin your throat? The Alafia river is generouswith its mistakes, its illusionsof felicity, Arcadia, Wonder- land.
But where are they the alligators [End Page 168]
Zachary Lundgren received his MFA in poetry from the University of South Florida and his BA from the University of Colorado at Boulder. He is currently pursuing a PhD in rhetoric and composition at East Carolina University. He is also a poetry editor for Sweet: A Literary Confection and a founding editor for Blacktop Passages.