Lake of the Isles*
August 7, 2016
My father teaches me how to dig up
earthworms and a proper j-stroke.
He’s wearing flannel not pinstripes,
sipping water not gin, and it is
heading out early in a sleepy, red canoe
to catch sunfish and crappies. Waves
knock on aluminum sides as we
cast, spin, plunk, reel.
Slitting bellies and scooping out guts,
we prepare the catch. Soon, breakfast
sizzles and crisps in a little butter.
I didn’t know you were preparing me for life.
. . . . .
*Copyright 2016 by Sylvia Tag. Broadside illustrated by Christian Smith.