Friday, January 7, 2011

my mother used to take me fishing

when i was a boy
not to the lake
or a river
instead, it was a pond
at a local park
i would watch the fish push their way through the mud;
never really swimming
always working
pushing

my mother would sit in a lawn chair
reading novels
and i would fish
really
i would just stand there
holding the pole
wondering if i was doing it right

i caught one, one time
but i unhooked it
and threw it back in to the mud
i asked my mother if we could go home
she packed up her lawn chair
her cigarettes
and her books
we drove home, alone together

i haven't gone fishing since...

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