The River's Depth
He showed her where the
trout lie
fat and sleek in the
calm spot
behind the river
stones,
cold and slippery to
the touch
and in the tall grass
by the riverbank
showed her how to
tickle them
until they jumped in
her hand.
She could never catch
them
and when he caught her
using a landing net
slapped her leg so hard
she fell.
But the broken ankle
put her off
and forever afterward
he blamed himself for
her vegetarianism
and her preference for
the company
of ladies.
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