Big Fish Bait
we had to break
before the dawn
no time to brush
this morning’s chores
hurried by my brothers
the night before
school will not wait
so we will not either
north on the asphalt
cross road to the sea wall
.
the conch lip pink sky
kept time for us
.
old trimmed shorts
older cotton T-shirts
standing shoeless
in thigh high water
pants wet
wet with shiny silver sea water
shimmering like porgy scales
but it is shads we’re after
or slippery dicks
or baby grunts
or school masters
if they were smart enough
to eat the damn conch
.
bent sewing pins
the weapons of choice
that round tin biscuit can
was so loud
it could wake your daddy
when he was ‘Green Seal’ drunk
but we needed thread
long, thin, white thread
the white one was strong like a leader
stainless steel fishing leaders
.
clear plastic gallon size bottle
floating on the cold salty sea
waiting for life
wanting lots of it
young, unbridled and frisky
a pinch of conch white
No! that’s too big
a booger size piece
on the tip of the curled pin
finger prick
finger prick
finger prick
.
now all the fish
swimming in the jug
making friends with
the shads with no mouth
happy pets until three
after school bait
for my brothers and me
.
now pink getting white
the light moving fast
people side the road
hiking up and down the line
water getting warm
we getting late
better go home
before we get break
.
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- Sunday, April 4th, 2010 at 12:01 am


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