River

Magical moments,

the father calls them,

the times when he and his son are on the water,

the rhythm of his hands,

the long line breathing out over the river,

alighting on the surface just so

exactly as it should be,

the strike,

and the boy

in wide-eyed wonder

catching so much more than fish.

Originally posted here June 2000.

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