The Lindens on McGill--1957
In springtime
the Lindens on McGill
rained down catkins.
They slithered dew worm like
down the street on windy days.
Big, fat worms they were to us and
we imagined them
pierced and wiggling on our hooks.
Sitting there with Easter haircuts and folded up knees,
we'd cast off from sidewalk riverbanks into waters wide and deep as memory.
The only shimmering fish that ever got away--our youth.
Love,
Jill
A gift for my dear father, Christmas 2017
