standing on the bridge
sunny day on the middle fork
i see bottom fish scooping up
remains
while the nimble trout
sip the surface
the edge of their domain
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Elisabeth Bee 
Nice one, Elisabeth! The flash and sparkle are there, and the delight of being out in the warm bright day.
Thanks. And the very interesting thing is that I actually wrote it standing on the bridge – sometimes it just comes out with out much struggle – on the note app on my new phone. Never thought I’d be able to do that.
EB