Fly Fishing
Many years ago Miriam’s parents
took the kids for the weekend
while she and Jack motored north
to fish for trout in Montana
at Miriam’s request.
Unsteady in her hip-waders
but casting with abandon,
Miriam lobbed a snide remark
and the hook snagged Jack’s ear.
Jack told her not to worry,
just a tiny bit of blood.
He’d put a band-aid on it
back at the cabin
before he fried
the rainbow trout still
wriggling in her creel.
Decades later Jack is back
at the cabin with his Phyllis,
a quiet woman who
has never cast for trout.
He thinks she’ll do well.
Jack’s lost track of Miriam,
who sold the house long ago.
The kids are on their own.
He still scratches the ear
where an itch recalls
Miriam’s remark.
Donal Mahoney
