Skimming stones, it's pleasant today, river
bright dancing, each
stone drawing a rainbow haze. And over
on the far bank in the shadow of beech
and willow a trout breaks the surface
with a fin. My son doesn't notice this.
he is far to busy, trying a new trick,
or so he says. But really it is face
saving. Claiming whole manner of chance hits
on a dead log, as proof he has the grip
doesn't throw like a girl.Only a girl
would complain at
this, and so rather than
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