wild strawberries
(every spring they would come until I was 15)
sweet with sunshine
morels and ramps with bacon
and even the smell of cowpastures
after the rain,
hay
I fished every day if the weather was good
when I was 13 or 14 or 15
and sometimes when it rained
the thrill of a bass
or a catfish on the line
long talks by the setting sun
reflected on the pond
we laughed, talked, caught fish,
mostly threw them back
or else divied them up
with the man whose pond it was
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