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Oct 2017
My Last Rainbow
I kneel in a field of wheat grass
catching grasshoppers.
I scoop underhand into my jar, another
at the height of its jump, a third.
I put my jar by the stream, pull one
out and I grab it, force my barbed steel
hook through the belly still trembling.
I cast long loops of line into the drift
below rocks where current
froths and whirls.
I stand mechanically slightly ashamed, uncomfortable on that shaded bank
where trout strike hard.
I let them swim, then hold fast, reeling one, exhausting him, wrenching him
into air, his tail drumming against the sky.
Hangingย ย from the line
his fat belly flinches.
All his life of riding rapids, hiding
in flats embraced by watersโ fast flow,
by red rainbows in his scales.
I didnโt expect that open mouth,
that whiteness, the gills stop twitching,
the eyes caught in that open stare.
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