Tuesday, April 3, 2018


        Fly Fishing
                             by Ralph Fletcher

       He has walked into the river.

       That’s the first thing you think.
       Any sane soul would pause
       at the water’s edge

       but he walks into the river
       wearing high-hipped boots
       casting out
                          and back
       out            
       and back

       trying to lay the fly
                                
                                       gently
       on the surface.

       Standing in that restless water
       he fishes for tranquilty
       and catches it each time

       he drops the fly
       ever-so-lightly
       on the river’s glistening back.

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