County Line

We’d some(time)s swim up at County Line when I (was) a kid, a big group of us driving up (there) in my beat-a*s truck early summer, the river was (always) fat and cold but when you’re (a) kid you (care less) about those (thing)s we’d strip down and dive (in), with all the others just skin (and) skin and splashing and goofing (under) the water, sudden cool, balls head north and (every)thing stills no (sound)s, no worries, no (smell) or (taste) no (thought)s but for want of air (and) the insist of the (current) Under the (water) we found a car chassis with tr(out) living among the rust under the (water) there were tunnels, gaps (in) the boulders (we) dared ourselves to swim through some of them pretty long, where you’d (feel) the burn in y(our) throat and lungs, (surface) with a gasp taste sweet (again) We heard that some(time)s kids didn’t make it (and adults) would have to fish out the carcass but when you’re a (kid) you care (less) about those things It’s worth the (risk) to stare that tunnel right in its (dark) eye, start that swim worth it to feel (again) the burn of air claw your fingers in the slime (on) the granite know that (you) if you make it through the air will be (so) very much sweeter under the water it’s worth the (risk) even if you don’t make (it) (all) the way through