just about a half hour after the sun

set over the lake after the boys who shat in the woods talked the city out of their heads into the wilderness in respite from uploading went over thinking about the fish in the water after fishing all day desires to warn the boys speaking English echoes across the water while watching them hang sweaty feet over the side of the dock the flash of flint and steel rubbing together a sudden whoosh of camp stove ignition flame still downloading and half plugged in raising their arms up into the air trying to connect with what are they trying to connect? unseeable field of electric dust above their heads beyond fish and fishing and this is a private lake for godsakes I have to warn them about the fish at least the one with the third eye lighting up on approach in the dark but surely they can understand German this is a Naturpark schutz gebietet after all and the last thing we need around this quaint lake is two old grey herons swooping over pineapple haired pines completely wireless just more slug killers in the middle of the night using a fishing hole to flex one only 80% done even after three years now imbiss masquerading fancy lodge just off the wandern path E11