"Trout" by Kathryn Starbuck

"Eight Trout" by Kendahl Jan Jubb

I do my best

to keep pointlessness

at bay. But here,

wet above my

knees, I let it fly.

Here, hot and cold,

fingers thick with

thinking, I try to

tie the fly and look

for the net, loosening

the philosophical   

knot of why I came

here today, not yet

knowing whether

I’ll free or fry

the rainbows

and browns once

they’re mine.