Daily Fly Fishing Poem #13: The Sound of Defeat
Sipping midges all morning, just above
a tangled deadfall, there is a fish that made
me stay for an hour (or more) and fish,
casting flies invisible to the naked eye
on tippet that barely existed.
That fish taught me how the sound of defeat
is such a small sound you can hardly even hear it.
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