Rainbow Trout

Up the street, trout.
Up the street, a lake was always
stocked through the summer.

I used to fillet the rainbows and add
butter to the pan. We lived well
before droughts dried the lakes low.

Trout up the street in a grocery
stocked with small bills for change.
We trusted the lake.

What we would do for all the bass
he tossed back. Only one rainbow
today, a curiosity in the sky.