I hope to publish the poem below every year until I die.
an ideal world
hot sun, blue sky, clear, slick water
a graphite wand, a sliver of steel, a wisp of feathers
a flash of silver breaks the mirror
then another, and another
feathers land in water
magically, they come to life
water flies, gills flare, body shakes, shudders
again, and again, and again
the beast tires
hand grasps jaw
great fish swims free once more
one of God’s gifts to fly fishers
it’s tarpon fishing time…
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