Goldfish
Fishing along River Road:
calm beautiful summer day
the fish are biting.
Baseball game noises drift over to my boat
reminding me of what I'd be doing today
    if I, or my son, were still twelve.
Road noise.
A plane flies overhead--
  Cincinnati International is not far away.
Suddenly,
I hear a splash!
Looking at the river,
   everything seems to be the same.
I don't know why
  but I look into the minnow bucket:
a dead goldfish
  is floating amid the bait.
Now how did that get there?