Swifts and Swallows,

dart up then around.

Swoop the spinner fall.

Ripples on the surface.

Moire tapestry, rocks and stones

camouflage my spotted friend.

An insect potpourri.

Pick your poison.

Morrisoni still on the menu.

Isoperla fulva pop.

In the willows their mating dance,

Grass moon apogee.

Ephemerella infrequens

not unlike tippet,

frequently becomes ephemeral

on the spool!

Subtle slurpers,

ease into feeding lanes.

You valiant gift.

Epic spinner fall,

set to the sound of slosh,

at dusk, my April closes.

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