grant and i work the pond in the canoe,
fishing for catfish and bass,
mom sunbathes on a blanket on the shore,
the back of the mazda open with her picnic ready,
once she grades twenty more bluebooks,
once we land the big fish or need root beer,
hope it isn't braunschweiger sandwiches
maybe it is peanut butter pickle relish mayo and lettuce
her perfect bread makes up for middle,
we hike the woods and look for morels or feathers,
jump the soggy trail patches, climb sandstone,
pull the tube socks up and get thru brambles,
bull nose catfish not much there
toss them on the bank says gordon and marty
but i can't.
2018
Portland
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