Sometimes the wind is blowing the still leave-less trees sideways
and the tumbleweeds barely touch the road as they pass.
Sometimes (as you learned from the day before) the canoe is best left behind…
not on top of the car.
Sometimes the early spring lakes are too cold for bass
and frogs and pollywogs and two-inch brim
and even the geese look uncomfortable
(they’re not, just perturbed that you’re near their nest)
Sometimes it is Saturday and the trout stream is full…
of yahoos and kids and dogs and thrown sticks and balls
Sometimes it is all of these things
but she still wants to put on her coat and her warm hat…
and her new fishing vest
So…sometimes shiners will have to do!