diving at dusk
pool depth: 4 feet
black hibiscus scent
encircles cool water—
a glorious thing
we float adjacent
to an aluminum ladder
while silver-haired bats
swoop above
the waterline
our two naked bodies
shielded
by the quickening
darkness
naughty neighbors, we
hawking our wares
beneath a gargantuan moon
Julie Allyn Johnson is a sawyer's daughter from the American Midwest whose current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poetry can be found in Star*Line, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, Haven Speculative, Penumbric Speculative Fiction, Coffin Bell, The Lake, Chestnut Review and other journals.