Fall on the Battenkill


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Temperature is mild.

On again, off again rain.

Changed the tackle in a downpour;

An act of will.

And back to where I hooked one yesterday

(and lost it).

Time to pack it in, 

When right in front of me

A big fish

jumps out of the water.

I chase after him,

Clumsy in boots and waders

But he’s gone.

Mist and rain;

Trees and stream remain.

The big trout

Still plays with me;

What was it about?

September 28, 2020

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