the lake spreads out like the space
left by a missing year
gleam between winter trees, steel blue
white plastic moorings
cold water, diving ducks, shoreline
curbs the view of more water
below the trail earth plunges, rock
& trees barely hanging
slippy footing on glacier-carved rock
tree roots used to bruises
ahead of us the whole way the dog
noses another trail
a past we can’t perceive
alive to her as if it’s now
she’s old, she closes her eyes
at other dogs
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