That good ol’ boy would not stay down, illustrated by Rachell Sumpter
One
summer three kids drowned
under
Jotunheim Falls.
They
warned, “Don’t horse around.
The
stream might look small, but
the
force can shove you down.”
In
the spray, we always
watched
where the water hit.
Sean,
most coltish of all,
would
swim up and tease it.
He
made us be grown-ups.
One
steaming day, Sean went
higher
than our jump spot—
then
higher—holy shit!
He
fetched the Bunyan top—
then
leapt. The wide world stalled.
Our
earthbound hearts stopped. Stopped.
He
was lost. Mist. Then—
pop!
By Rachell Sumpter |
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