Excerpt
I dedicate this fly to the fish
of the fallen river. It is a poem
of hook and shank and feather.
It sinks like a bone, casts
like the logic of knives.
The song of my own hair, it is
how I call them from their stones.—excerpt from “The Fly Tier’s Monomania”© The Board of Regents of the University of Wisconsin System. All rights reserved.