the river ice is half gone, a white
field punctured by dark holes
lace edged, daily longer & wider
thick slabs undercut with melt
shallow chuckling water ripples
over yellow stones, rubs & rives
at fallen trees, worn boulders
invisible fish, & newts, frog spawn
skims, & stopping to drink, a fisher
a bobcat, brown bear & deer,
raccoon & skunk, rabbit & mouse
turkey & grouse, all those whose
prints would name them, were
humans outdoors, but they’re not
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