it was hot but we stayed out of the water

yeah, i remember.
it was hot that day,
cloudless.
sweat on your brow.
on my upper lip.

and we went to the pier,
smelled the fish and
salt and exhaust.
we met a toothless fisherman
who showed us his
big catch and a rusty fish hook.
a missing fingernail.

remember him?
and we got our picture taken
by a brown-eyed man.
we lost it five minutes later;
the wind gusted and,
woosh,
three bucks gone.
i think it's probably
fish food
by now.
a minnow's quilt.
now there's a thought.
do you remember the minnows?
silver bullets.

and this:
as we walked back to the car
the old toothless fisherman
gave us each a wink
as the sun clawed at our shoulders,
the backs of our legs.
the memory's fading like the sunburn.

Author's Note

You know? I kinda like this one.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Perfection.

[Ben Taylor]

Your images are astoundingly vivid. They stick in my mind with their crystal clarity. The moment has been perfectly captured.