crossing over a footbridge a creek near the shallow the reeds watercress    an  ambling  crayfish

he hadnt seen a crayfish in yea . . .  since he was a boy

                                                            down by the river near a swim hole

fished the shallows for crayfish with chicken livers

tied with string

slowly dragged it  crayfish would grasp itrefuse to let go

once handled theyd fright  release

droppedem in a pail

rewardedem

cut a sliver from livers

                         a last meal

sometimes they were large enough plenty enough to bring home  steam    pretend New Orleans  calledem crawfish

    the last meal ones

toreoff their pinchers tails suck their heads while baiting a hook with tail to fish perch bluegill  sometimes a cat  carp    rare a gar

collected kindling

made a fire

guttedem

spearedem with a stick

roastedem

 

    the crayfish worked its way into the reeds

threw him a string

baited him with boyhood

 

reprisal?

1330,  Monday,  2  6. 25

1035,  Thursday,  17  7. 25

Pianza  What’s Left of Me?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNkJoRra2Ko