The slick waters will hold you there.
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Time will become afternoon’s fast,
Before it curses the evening.
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There is nothing moving water cannot cure.
Slipping gently downhill.
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I just love swinging that fly through water I know.
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One fish took me five years.
The others came back-to-back.
On a warm October afternoon.
The next will be my life.
Daring to dream a death amongst cobbles
On a liquored blackberry evening,
When the wind disappeared.
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Fodder for caddis,
And winter’s green water to come.
Shaken Rain 