Trout

By Kathryn Starbuck Kathryn Starbuck
I do my best
to keep pointlessness
at bay. But here,
wet above my
knees, I let it fly.
Here, hot and cold,
fingers thick with
thinking, I try to
tie the fly and look
for the net, loosening
the philosophical   
knot of why I came
here today, not yet
knowing whether
I’ll free or fry
the rainbows
and browns once
they’re mine.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2008).

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Poet Kathryn Starbuck

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Subjects Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Nature, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Animals