First Air of Autumn

"I know no good way
to live and I can't
stop getting lost in my
thoughts, my ancient forests...

You ask - how does a man rise or fall in this life? 
The fisherman's song flows deep under the river." 

 - Wang Wei

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I work my way downstream 
stripping a black woolly bugger 
through riffles and pools. 

Leaves release from their 
branches. Water swirls cold. 
Clouds pile onto each other.

Trout chase flash through pebble
and sand. Sediment settles
​in the first low water of the season.

I have nowhere to be
except to make pizza for dinner
in a few hours.

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​"Ask me how it is I've come to perch in these
      blue-green hills,
and I'll smile with no answer; I'm happiest with 
      heart-and-mind just so, may be...
Peach blossoms float by here, gone into the
      quite definite shadows. 
There is another world, other than this one we
       choose to live in." 

​- Li Po

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