Dry Fly by Anthony Naples
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #11: Tying Flies to Make It Through Winter or Delusions of Grandeur
Fly boxes cannot contain what I tie!
Brought together in the darkness of winter,
forced into being from chaos and chicken feathers,
held together with baling wire and hope.
It’s a wonder they don’t fly apart into atoms,
into quarks, into truth and beauty!
When I catch fish with these flies-
they’ll stay caught long after I release them.
