the flood waters receded, yet my tools were gone.
their captures lost, destroyed.
Pinhole Ilford direct positive paper 30 seconds
I forget the first time the chair was broken,
repaired, maybe weakened
the pattern was set.
I broke it again shortly after
and repaired it.
glue, tape, anything to hold it together.
someone else broke it next time.
it wasn’t on purpose.
just another accident.
tape, spit, wire.
It becomes commonplace
screws, nails, and some sold string.
it still looks like a chair,
but isn’t usable.
a reminder of what it was.
i grew up near a river, i guess most of us did
my river was shallow with deep holes scattered through it
these deep holes would hold pretty much
all the fish collected together in them
the fish knew each other
i came to know these fish well
i knew them all we had a great
i did eat some though