Bread and Salmon
by M. F. Nagel

We ate bread and salmon
Tuesday;
In the second week of Lent.

It was Ed.
Went down to the docks that morning;
Met the boats at gulls and high tide.

Say, Ed,
Tell your mother
And the child—my dead brother’s,
Tell them.

Then the tide went out again.

There he stood
At the bottom of the stair;
Wiped the smell of the sea
From the soles of his feet.

And we ate bread and salmon
Tuesday;
In the second week of Lent

Floured and fried
From the plates on our laps
As we sat near the window
And watched the fishermen
Walk home to their suppers.