in my younger days i waded the mountain streams

looking for the magical trout

catching, not keeping

always looking

~

sitting on a rock

the water clear and cold flowing around me

the yellow aspen leaves swirling in the eddies

caught for an instant

then turning and swirling away

the rock remains

almost dry in summer

clasped in winter ice

it remains still

~

she is my rock


8/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott