Fly Fishing Poem #29: The Weight Of Water

Fly Fishing Poem #29: The Weight Of Water

The weight of water
and boxes full of flies,
mended and reaching casts
that drag fish from the stream,
empty containers waiting to be
imbued with meaning
spots, halos, vermilion throats,
vermiculated backs of brook trout
reflections, edges, wings, flutters, scatterings, shatterings,
coyote yelps, lark song. Frozen August mornings.

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