Sunday, August 3, 2008

Michael McClintock: MEN AND WOMEN ON A PIER


The hot, dry Santa Anas blew until mid-afternoon, scouring the air and drawing new lines of dust on every windowsill. Then the winds ceased and all was motionless; the heat was copper and tasted clean but bitter.

I was restless and drove thirty miles to the ocean and walked out on the Cabrillo beach fishing pier, over the flat blue-gray water. Men and women laughed and talked in many languages at the open sinks, where busily they gutted the day's catch, washed away the blood and the useless parts, and wrapped the clean fish in paper. At one sink, fish heads prized for soup filled a large bucket.

Their work done, the people lingered there to watch as the copper air vibrated and the sun fell into the sea.


a warm evening,
warm even
in the eyes of fish



by Michael McClintock
Fresno, California
first published in Anthology of Days (Backwoods Broadsides, No. 70)

2 comments:

Adelaide said...

Hi Michael,

Your description of the Santa Anas and the pier at Cabrillo brought back memories of the times we spent at Malibu on the pier. As Bob Hope used to say, "Thanks for the memories."

Adelaide

haiku-shelf said...

I enjoyed it very much to read this haibun!

This is my favorite sentence in the prose-part:
"...the heat was copper and tasted clean but bitter."

A good prose-part, a strong haiku!


Angelika Wienert (Oberhausen/Germany)