A Spring Ritual Poem by Catfish McDaris
A Spring Ritual
When the lilacs bloom
their purple scent intoxicating
the air, the white bass run
in the Root River
My ladies & I catch
three & cook them over
a pungent fire on
green sticks with herbs
Most fisher folks take
stringers full & stop
at a place & clean
their catch for hours
They look at us quizzically
as we feast & wiggle our
toes in the icy rushing water.
Sunday, April 21, 2019
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