Sticklebacks.

[Jerrybaldy]

I used to fish for sticklebacks
In cold wet socks
In a stream that could be jumped
From muddy bank
To muddy bank,
If you believed.
I climbed trees,
Pubescent,
With a cigarette
To watch the sun die
On concrete
Monstrosities.
Scratched bloody love hearts
On freckled skin
With rusty nails,
Opened advent calendars,
Defrosted fingers
On two bar fires.
I sat on shed roofs
Watching fireworks,
Chewing Wrigley's,
Looking at the same old moon.
Thinking maybe, maybe
Someday soon.

[Danik 2016]

Liked that poem very much. I think all of us conjugate the verb "I used to...".
In a sense I am still fishing for sticklebacks.

[Delta40]

Love the sentimental imagery this poem evokes. Calls me back to my own English childhood. Sigh. Love your poetry while it lasts Jerry.

[Haunted]

Really good J, I can even taste the gum...