Intertwined Mishaps

The murky water flows.
This,
this is the cleanest river in Illinois?
My dirty hand tosses large rocks
over from the mushy shore
to scare the fish so my dad won't
hook and reel them in today.
Swans in the distance honking
with angry eyes and their young on their backs.
Mom grabs her camera,
"Say cheese swannies!"
I yell. They flutter at my voice.
The camera clicks and the swans are captured,
forever still in the photograph
although instants later my rocks scare them off
and they vanish
and my four year old self waves goodbye
as they fly off downstream.