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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