Down at the early morning stream 

where dad 

took his bucket for 

minnows, and I watched


over at the rundown-looking 

highway store 

where dad would buy styrofoam cups 

filled with black dirt and 



I would get a soda, 

he would get beer


and then on the bank while the cool morning 

started to warm, I would catch 


after bluegill


I saw so many of them, the bluegill, 

their blank faces, I worried 


their spines but dad showed me 

how to brush them back 

when you took hold of 


slimy scales

and removed the hook 


and the bluegill was tossed back 


we were fishing 

for something else.


Photography by: Jonathan Zerger on Unsplash