a summer morning

as we stood

in the warm water

of the Potomac River,

ankle deep,

casting out towards

the Wilson Bridge

and the Blue Plains Sewage

Treatment Center,

next to the Naval

Research Center, we

could see the Washington

Monument

in the fog of a summer

morning.

1966.

dead fish were everywhere.

the world was changing,

but we were still

young,

unbothered by nearly

everything,

just wanting to cast out

into the river,

and fish.