Kindness isn’t something hard to remember.
It was cold on the lake.
All the children wore layers and thick hats,
the kind that make it hard to really see them,
and when a flag sprung, everyone said,
“Flag!” And pointed.
The layered children ran toward the flag.
Ice fishing in Maine has a way of making
children, and all people, stay outside.
Two fish were freezing to death in the snow.
They had been brought topside a few minutes earlier.
“Are they dead?” He asked. A curious four-year-old.
“Not yet. But soon.”
“Why are they dead?”
“Because they are freezing and belong in the water.”
“But, why are they dead?”
“Because we caught them and brought them up here.”
“Can I touch them?”
“Hi, fish. Hi, fish.”
The boy stroked the dying fish with his gloved hand.