1
a bridge spans the spill of the dam
upstream, water seems not to move
until it falls, boils, scatters
more than water, light scatters
gold glints the width of the dam
its concrete battered — as winter moves
to spring, ice-hung hemlocks move
drop by drop, the fresh melt scatters
steel cables hum above the dam
may dams be scattered, may rivers move
2
snow squall on the way — an otter
crossing a snow bank, peering underwater
doesn’t hear a phone ping, unknowing it glides
safely, not like blind cars beginning to glide
sideways in whiteout — wide-eyed, the otter
slides off the snow bank, slips underwater
under thick ice, where shadowy water
flows downstream, a dark glade
snow squalls don’t find — yet otter
finds otter, the two glide, on & under water
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