No one saw who did the deed.
No one saw who pushed the giddy counselor
off the ledge of the dam towards the
copper-bottomed lake down below.
Male staff simply guffawed as the top of her two piece
floated on the water like a green duck,
while the pretty victim, herself, resurfaced in a daze,
her left cheek shaved raw
where it had scraped the rough stones.
Was she twisting her shoulders to hide her bosoms bouncy and pink?
We little girls stood stock still, peeing into the chilly water
suddenly made warm with fear. Would we be pushed next?
We watched the big, hairy college boys now scrambling
down from the heights of the dam, whooping like pirates, pleased with their prank.
We waited for them to swoop down, heron-like, and snatch one of us away, like a fish, grabbing us from the shallow safety of the red and white ropes and the dog paddle lane.
We held our breaths and stretched our flat little chests out onto the water, holding ourselves still and stiff, hoping to be taken for dead,
just as the swimming instructor had once advised.