One River Flows

At the river’s bank, my shadow spooked a brown trout.  He flashed his mottled body to the middle of the river.  Another pool, behind a submerged boulder, held rainbows which now flashed their silver body along-side the first startled, darting brown. Further upstream, feeding in the current along the far bank, other fish remained undisturbed.  Rising and feeding, submerging again, in rhythm and routine.  One river flows, holding them all together.  


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