we plucked the worms from the earth and pinioned them on hooks on strings and cast them into the lake for the sunfish to strike and get hooked through the gills then fight and flight and make it worse and we reeled them in ona pole and plucked the fish from the waters and let them gasp for air while baking on the planks of the dock in the sun until dead then put them in a crayfish trap tied to a cleat and threw it overboard for three days and nights and pulled it up full of crabs cannot get out then boiled a pot of water ona stove and threw all the crayfish in to boil red and cool and break the tails off suck the head, all in the name of lazy summer fun. we were kids. i won’t be upset if i never go fishing again.
summer got diluted by the stained glass. some kids were playing chess in the soft light behind but they were young and they weren’t really playing chess they were just playing. a fish in a bowl swam the circumference and filled the form. the heat lost its arrogance on the sill. we made the most of it. the dog asleep. the cat, up high and still. -katya