Daily Fly Fishing Poem #24: Catch and Keep

Daily Fly Fishing Poem #24: Catch and Keep

Crushed limestone gravel of
The anglers’ lot. Done for the day
and seventeen new fish sweep their tails behind my eyelids.
A mink, an osprey, a great blue heron,
maples that are beginning to think about winter.
It’s catch and release here.
But I’m leaving nothing behind.

1 Comment on Daily Fly Fishing Poem #24: Catch and Keep

  1. Sometimes I Take Fish

    My visits to the catch and keep
    are quiet. I go after grocery shopping,
    stand on the bank, casting into the ponds,
    plastic bag sticking out of my back pocket.

    A one fly, single spool of tippet,
    small pocket knife kind of affair.
    Just before dusk when the world
    is settling down, sometimes I take fish.

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