Haunted By Waters

Flying down the gauntlets of corn

Subie fire through Indiana heat

Sketch monsters lie in wait in the weeds

But we race on, haunted by waters

Dead smells waft from upstream haunts

Stories of cadavers found

Not so sure that we wish to know

But we wade on, haunted by waters

Mormon kings that pushed their luck

Burnt-tailed snakes, ash, then alive

Two-o’clock traffic in one light towns

Oddities, all, but we’re haunted by waters

Chartreuse craft, smallies tough as nails

Unzipped through pitbull fight and Hoosier spunk

Goddam a barbless hook

Disappointed, but still haunted by waters

A perfect day on heartland flow

Summer’s end in the best of company

And the Heart’s ink says it all

I am haunted by waters

Deep appreciation to my buddy Dave for taking a day to show me his Indiana home waters. Do yourself a favor and check out the hugely entertaining photography, music, flies, and general alt joie de vivre at his blog, Pile Cast.

And a nod, of course, to Norman Maclean's A River Runs Through It for the title and thread that pulls this all together, neatly tattooed, in case you didn't notice, on Dave's left bicep.