A stone skimmed across the water pauses a moment
to imagine wings.
In the same moment a mayfly, among half a million
wings flickering golden sunlight,
is gathered into the jaws of a granite-speckled trout.
A man in an artist’s workshop is studying the camed
window of a mayfly’s wing, marvelling at its beauty
at the same moment; the trout’s teeth crushes the wings
that flickered golden sunlight.
The stone sinks.
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