Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Truman Took Me Fishing

Truman always took me fishing.
We seined minnows
In our skin
Beneath the bridge
With the traffic passing over.
We hiked the pastures,
Went through the fences,
Climbed the hills,
And fished the neighbor's pond.
He always said we had permission
But I think we didn't.
I would nod
Or I would talk
And he would say,
"Be quiet or the fish won't bite!"
It was always a happy time
When Truman took me fishing.

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