the little swamp is gone. my heart drained in memory. i went to pebble beach and saw dog friends with black flat coated retrievers. i asked how old now, they said a new generation. i saw a golden i carried in for the first swim, now 8 years old. they said the swamp was just a broken pipe, now fixed. i thought it was a spring. i know it was a swamp. it's ironic that our beautiful little swamp was only due to a broken pipe. it'll never be the same. i'll remember it was here.