October evening along a gravel road
Crawford Count Kansas
Indian summer evening, the lake as smooth as glass. A Heddon Big Hopper that the young bass are crazy for. Coots. Blue Heron. Sandwiches and quiet. Thoughts of my mother who recently passed. My wife working a puzzle book, looks up an says "Its just beautiful here isn't it?" The road home at dusk. Three scissor tail fly catchers on an power line, I thought they would have moved on by now. The shadows of deer in the fading light.
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