It couldn’t have been more perfect.
6:30 a.m.
A little cloudy;
Warm but not hot or muggy.
The river clear,
The current strong but not raging.
Outfitted with a new set of flies
and advice from the guy at Orvis,
I picked a sexy, sparkling one
And tied it on.
Irresistible.
Someone forgot to tell the fish
Is there a God
In this most dystopian time?
Is it too much to ask that he
encourage a trout to take a nibble?
August 23, 2021
poems for friends 
Yep! Wonderful
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I guess what’s sexy to you isn’t sexy to the fish!
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You may be on to something. And it’s not just fish.
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Great picture, Harry. Love “Someone forgot to tell the fish’
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If not today, then maybe tomorrow!
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😊
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