The Fish Dave Caught
Yes, I'd like to be captured
in the summer infinity
of doing the dishes
after that great meal you made
with the silver bass
Dave caught from
Lake St. Claire
caked in animal cracker
crumbs—
doing the dishes in the rushing
water
turned a bit too hot for comfort
but stinging and warning of
wild activation
and laughing at settled dusk
when the questions
"how are you" and
"what are you doing in there"
are infinities in themselves.