Into the flow
dogwood and maple turn and churn.
Even the moon quakes tonight.
Rumbling thunder behind me.
From my zen march I awake!
The engineer's horn.
Behind the veil,
Casting caddis adrift in current,
to no avail.
Between the corduroy,
rising to the caddis beat.
I cast.
Fish rise.
Cane bent.
Released in solitude's wholeness.
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