dave steger

SUNDRENCHED (early)

Not far from
the salty cottage
behind the fork
of Fairway Drive

is where he showed me
the bass that lurked in
the reeds

in return, I suppose
I showed him
what it would be
to have a son

the paint's a little less now
vines they grow, enveloping the
memories that lay inside
behind the shattered windows
of boys' adolescent fun

little pieces
between the weeds
old, but still sharp (breathe)
oh, he is here,
there, somewhere, (breathe) I can,
I can feel it, as

the bass behind me
dwell on the
floor
in midmorning
on this sun-
drenched
summer's day