The trout leaps up from the water,
and if there is sun you see
the briefest shiver of gold,
and then the river again.
When the trout dies
it turns its white belly
to the mirror of the sky.
From "Damselfly, Trout, Heron" by John Engels
A Trout Rising, Joseph Crawhall (1861-1913)
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