Dave and his boys two miles down the ferrous river
family time
Struggling alone to see reality of imagination
faulty senses
I quickly put down a small orange trout
clumsy casts
Moving Water the color of burnished rust
murky minded
Started upstream against current
awkward wader
Heard a barking snort behind a bank of tags
spooked deer
Sound fading loudly from my left
sent by me.
Came to a rocky stretch with current
poor balance
Went to shore to sit, pulled open the tag curtain
yellow wolf eyes
Close as my lover in the king's bed
breath-taking
Watched the animal ghost silently away
Shaking
Sat on the bank to tie on a new fly
unsure hands
Waded back downstream, wind on my back
shit-eating grin
Not me who spooked the deer
but wolves
Their hunt interrupted
by my bad