by Jim Harrison
I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization,
I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink.
I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was
born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and
I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the
river, the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing
After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and
all my poems were born dead, I decided I would only
fish and drink.
Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the
What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish
In the river was a trout and I was on the bank, my heart
chest, clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing