I'm traveling backwards in time here as I move the pages.
This one's called "The Fisher Woman"
I remember this one particular when I lived on east side
in New York.
And when I came back, I realized that I had witnessed
something very important to me.
"The Fisher Woman".
"She took from her basket four fishes and carved each
into four slices and scaled them with her long knife,
this fisher woman.
And wrapped them and took four more and worked in this rhythm
through the day, each action ending
on a package of old newspapers.
And when it came to close, dark coming upon the street,
she had done one thing she felt well, making one complete day."