chum by keith pearson

remember when

our father

was dying?

when we hung

for hours

at that place

by the canal?

2 for one

margaritas

and that warm breeze

and soft afternoon rain?

how we watched

the deck hand

shoveling leftover bait

off the boat to the birds

and watched the pelicans

tear it to shreds?

keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.