A Summer Day on the Feather

(I wrote this poem in college and I even got it published in the Internation English Honor Society's Literary Journal, "The Rectangle" (vol. 80, 2005)).

Fly-fish the glassy river.
A trout slaps the water
while my retriever bites at him;
and the flies buzz in my ear
and the mosquitoes bite my arm.
My campfire produces
a faint trail of smoke but no fire,
and the sun burns the back of my neck.
Reluctant to leave, I lay my line
on the water and watch
the stone fly drift
lazily with the current.