Stonefly
I pin a stonefly to my lapel—
will hook sight of your smile
in a deep stream, somewhere in the distance.
Because my heartbeat is still clousering,
will hook sight of your smile,
hand moving past shoulder easy and tight,
while working a minnow in an inverted loop!
In a deep stream, somewhere in the distance,
there will be less weight for your limbs to bear,
you will move like an explosive strike of trout!
Because my heartbeat is still clousering,
I tie a bendback—out of sight,
a box of dumbbell eyes, stashed.
*Clousering a rod means to hit your tip with the weighted fly as a result of poor casting.
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a beautiful knot of words.
Wow! “a box of dumbbell eyes, stashed”! The poem sings and I love learning new words!
I’ve enjoyed reading your poems this month. I love how this one uses the language of fishing to transcend the plane and take us to a higher moment
fly fishing isn’t fishing
it’s more like life with eyes wide
you caught it
(hope to see ya soon)
oh Amy. love. love to you. I am glad to read your writing.
Thank you for your work this month–I’ve looked forward every day to reading your art. The smooth repetition in this poem mirrors casting, for me creates an image of its own, and I can practically see sunlight glinting on the lines. No clumsiness here.
Love that striking trout! Thanks for all your fine work this month, Amy.
I don’t fish but have watched it with kin and friends, You draw it beautifully!
Thanks for your work…new word for me clousering!
especially love that third stanza