Winter Fishing

Winter holds my tall wading boots
tight in the glassy Lewis river.

My mind intrudes but the window
is still clean enough to see through.

The salmon shows herself–
all that shines like a Mexican sunset is on her sides.

There is a silent world.
Hunter and hunted change places and then go back.

Nothing is ever the same after that.
A dark sun illuminates what the river mostly keeps.

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