Brothers on the Bow River

on a cool spring day just outside of

Calgary, Alberta, Canada.

Wading up to our knees,

we feel the gentle drift of the current

and hear the swish of our flyrods.

We savor the sweet taste of cigars

and watch our smoke rings evaporate in the air.

I admire the long float of my Green Drake

as it travels hither and yon down the blue water.

Standing there wishing this would never end,

I realize it doesn’t matter if I catch a trout at all.