Poetry

The secret to trout

Sitting with empty creels

on the bright side of the water

we believe there are no fish.

Billy Hoops lands beers

from the tumbling river

and tells us the secret.

 

You get three chances with trout,

he says.

Dawn, because they are hungry;

mid-morning, if they are curious;

and dusk, just before dark,

because trout don’t trust the dawn

 

Then Billy throws chance back

and casts to the first pool.

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