the bright sedges by the river, sky still blue
cloud reflections in the beaver-dam stillness
shadowy muskrats, or perhaps beavers...
beaver, i think... i never got to see the tails...
in the nearby field, the old barn...
oh hello whitetails
the luminous skeletons of asters
hay-roll detail in the fading light
wandering
the moment of saturation warms me every time
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