by Bill Yarrow
First fish are caught with ping pong balls
and taken home in plastic bags.
Second fish are sought with sticks
poked in the foam of sewage streams.
Third fish nibble beads of bread
dangled in a graveyard pond.
Fourth fish in the jetty wash
snatch small bits of thawing squid.
Fifth get hoisted, get yanked out
of proud dark photographed bays.
Sixth are hunted off resort bridges
after midnight with flashlights and arrows.
The seventh jump at your eyes
as you drag their net along the mud.
Eighth fish snap at silver flies
trailed across a rainy lake.
Then someone baits a hook for you,
but you're much too smart for that.