Here, she said, put this on your head.
She handed me a hat.
you 'bout as white as your dad,
and you gone stay like that.
Aunt Sugar rolled her nylons down
around each bony ankle,
and I rolled down my white knee socks
letting my thin legs dangle,
circling them just above water
and silver backs of minnows
flitting here then there between
the sun spots and the shadows.
This is how you hold the pole
to cast the line out straight.
Now put that worm on your hook,
throw it out and wait.
She sat spitting tobacco juice
into a coffee cup.
Hunkered down when she felt the bite,
jerked the pole straight up
reeling and tugging hard at the fish
that wriggled and tried to fight back.
A flounder, she said, and you can tell
'cause one of its sides is black.
The other is white, she said.
It landed with a thump.
I stood there watching that fish flip-flop,
switch sides with every jump.
Natasha Trethewey's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Flounder by Natasha Trethewey )
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
- WH Auden
William Ernest Henley
(1849 - 1902)
(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974)
- Francis Duggan
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1930 - 1998)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963)
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Multicultural Day, Francis Duggan
- OCEAN RANGER DISASTER, verna ralph
- In Praise Of Limestone, WH Auden
- A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
- First Love, John Clare
- Touched by an Angel, Maya Angelou
- Mushrooms, Sylvia Plath