fish

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.

NH. Lakes Region. ’84

Summer day
dirt road

skinned knees
hold skim milk
carton

suntanned
summer breeze

little boy
presses into
little girl

she feels his ribs
starts giggling

old boats idling
cars and rust and chrome
fish tackle
running across rocks
sediment
rust

he sees her tube socks
pulled high up her
skinny
unformed
calf

and laughs

Spirit re-release party

Our history
on earth

not unlike
layers of dust
some
one
kicked up
packed
down

energies of lives
settled
collecting

memories of lives
places and things

settling
collected
archived

restoration software
digital remaster
cloud bank
assignation

cold case
gone warm
buried
treasured
unearthed

spirits release
re-release
party

the hereditary
catch-line
caught
in geologic
undertow

soft the gaze
looking back
upon
ancestral
haze

sketchy
the sketch

drawn up
flopping
from a winslow
homer
sea