The Net Full Of Fish

Silent are my thoughts lest my mouth. I was and remain today still amazed. Even when a severely handy capped little boy. Drew the other boys and girls, to the net full around. All species of birds but the crane I point out. Upon the lip of the bucket it stood. Reminding me of trying to spear fish in a barrel. Us walking the shore with the net full of fish. I remember I heard the little girl say, my father is a doctor are the birds all actors? Why did the sea gull pluck the green back from my hand? A wing and a prayer did it touch even your hand? Sitting down watching them feed the birds I noticed. Two brothers taking turns kissing one fish. choking on the water I was drinking, I said. Your mother will smile when she sees what you did. Against your being or influenced by something I said.