Fresh Catch

A cascade of giggling
caught us
in waves
that night
at the dinner table
A fresh catch
perch and pumpkinseeds
flipped, flopped in the sink
waiting for our hands
while spaghetti was on the menu
fresh from the lake
a few feet away
a piece of
the joy of childhood
serenading our supper

Fall, 1971
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