ode to a fléchette bomb
the joy fell through the air, metal shards. 1
they landed rain gently, 2
they had no trace of the life 3
they shredded, 4
they had no trace of the intelligence 5
that had made them, 6
they landed rain gently, 7
joy through the air. 8
10.93
From yesterday afternoon. Saw plenty in Thornton and Willow. Note the snail. Not sure if it’s native but they are an indicator of lower water quality. It’s amazing the trout can tolerate how bad it is. The salmon really don’t. They’re almost all gone.
I’m pretty sure these are cutthroat but we have a few rainbow as well and I think they interbreed so it might be difficult to be sure either way.
