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The Dance of the Water Ouzel
121 wordsThe sun it dances across the water ouzel’s plain, the dimpled mirror where she catches the green-sunken river in her beak, and carries it, fat with caddisflies and dragonfly nymphs and small, struggling crawdads, her eyes trained to the warm-sun to the cottonwoods to the smooth stone midway through the river where the current ripples…
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Stained Glass Ripples
81 wordsThe mist hangs there a cloud pressed to glass by early afternoon, the water flowing into churn and froth, the river stones chirping against each other as they toss under the force of the waterfall, and on the shore the blackened trunks of old firs catch sun through cloud light still healing from wildfire scars…
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Canopy Sunlight
125 wordsHow many times have I walked through the forest and never noticed the face in the fallen tree, the lichen draped like brittle hair, the skin made of centuries of mud and fungi long exposed long cracked in the sun, the cheekbones made of desiccated roots, palled by spider-webs the lace reaching down the chin…
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Snow Clouds
97 wordsThe clouds are threaded with mountain-pink, andthe kind of muted purple that reflects from pondwater as it lies still at the moment of dusk, and the ravens blink the snow away, calling in their Cascade dialects, throaty songsthat catchin the fir needles like sunlight, and the snow falls in patches between the canopy and atop…
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