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By Anthony Naples, on September 27th, 2010
 Fall Stream by Anthony Naples Daily Fly Fishing Poem #25: Everything Has Its Season
Born in late winter and populated with
fingers of trees still naked and grasping for the dull tin pie plate
that passes for the sun in that cold country, the season begins.
It begins with fly boxes fattened with
speculation, cabin fever and hope,
books with folded corners,
maps torn with folding and re-folding,
the click of a reel in the basement.
And then somehow the season ends
with a last trip, a last fish.
And with fly boxes thin and gaunt and
in need of filling.
By Anthony Naples, on September 25th, 2010
 Trout by Anthony Naples Daily Fly Fishing Poem #23: Beautiful Stream, No Fish
There is no escaping the conclusion
that all trout streams are liars–
hustlers with flashing liquid grins
whispering devious, sweet, gurgling fictions,
and selling trinkets of silver, blue, and red–
stolen from the fishes.
By Anthony Naples, on September 22nd, 2010
 Voodoo Fish by Anthony Naples Daily Fly Fishing Poem #21: Some Trout
Some trout are like voodoo dolls,
standing in for something else.
Pierced and prodded, a means
to some secret end.
Or maybe like magic eight balls,
shaken to reveal an answer-
Yes, no, ask again later…
Some are containers to hold things
until a better time.
Some are fortune cookies cracked open
to reveal our futures and lucky numbers.
Others are fetishes,
others are trophies,
But some are just trout and
everything depends on these.
By Anthony Naples, on September 20th, 2010
 Red Rocks by Anthony Naples Daily Fly Fishing Poem #20: The Difference Between Searching and Finding
I turned the stream inside out like a pocket,
searching for things that I thought were in there.
But I only found a blue ribbon of sky,
slipping between the red rocks and dark ridges of pine,
a rusted-out car, an old stone wall, a pile of crumbling tin cans,
a patch of daffodils and an apple tree.
By Anthony Naples, on September 19th, 2010
The 19th installment of September’s Daily Fly Fishing Poem experiment! This poem is based on a true story.
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #19: Getting Lost After a Day of Fishing
Bushwhacking as dark descended,
we almost didn’t find the road.
He shook his head, and smiled
a little I think, when we told him
where we started.
“20 Miles by truck” he said,
as we climbed into the bed,
of his red pick-up.
By Anthony Naples, on September 17th, 2010
 Into the Sunset by Anthony Naples Daily Fly Fishing Poem #17: The River and the Fish
Today the weight that was a fish,
is forgotten. Left to drift
downstream around the bend at sunset.
Around the bend, back to the sea,
a fish who fought me
on the broken mercury
surface of the river,
who fought to stay below.
I cast a broken shadow stooping
to let him go. He swam away
along a sunset colored road.
By Anthony Naples, on September 17th, 2010
 Fall Stream by Anthony Naples I’m a day behind – but it is not my fault, I swear. Last night when I tried to post the daily poem, my hosting service was down. I’ll get another up today to get back on track, so all will be right with the world again.
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #16: Council of the Fishes
Last month, I did not remember the winter.
I could not picture the snowy beard,
of winter, there in the fat of midday sun
in summer, but today…
Yes, today the trout are pieces of brilliance
when the curves of their backs have
shaken the cold water,
and they stand arrayed like the sugar maples,
in scarlet and orange
to welcome the coming winter.
I have to admit that maybe
it is not irrational, to consider the
council of the fishes.
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