over the lake
on the flat surface
of the pier
next to the boat moored there
I lay still on the pier
watching the water
fish, pumpkin seeds,
darted fitfully below me
aware of my presence
a fishing leader
dangling off my index finger
a hook hidden from their view
a less than cautious one was
caught with canned corn on a leader
dropped in the bucket beside me
flopping and flipping
while I did it again
in the clear lake
in Minnesota
thirty five summers ago
Pumpkin Seeds
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