.
box turtle
stepping from mud
to mud
.
.
arguing over the route —
the red squirrel scolds
our departure
northern light leaks between the birch trunks
last summer light
sunning on a log
turtle guts
after crashing into the rocks strange and beautiful mushrooms
filtering lake water
sediment collected
in my throat
into the wind she never looks like she’s trying
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I finally got some kind of ku mileage out of my canoe trip. I think this may be about the end of it, though. Unless in a few years I’m sitting around bored and a sudden memory of northern lakes inspires me …