we paddled through a field of flowers, floating along the surface of the Colorado River like a we were in a pasture.
we dug in and pulled ourselves forward, dripping sunscreen & sweat down our thighs every other stroke.
it could have gone on for miles, that pasture in the middle of the river
testing our patience and endurance as we tore muscles and roots
the little yellow flowers and that bright green grass ended as abruptly as they had begun
one moment, we were in them
and the next, we were speeding along in clear water
turning our heads back once or twice
to save that slice of heaven or
something
as if it were ours.
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