many men are standing in the North Fork of the Stillaguamish
fishing Thursday morning are they unemployed craggy peaks
appear that mountain feeling side roads beckon in Rockport
on the Skagit humpies are running thick a fish on every cast
fighting for its life clouds wreathe the tops of the Picket Range
Twisp a fertile valley I remember from long ago in Omak I stop
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