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I Don't See
I expected something up out of the water
not the shadow in the wave that rose
to fill the wave then splash a breath
off the abutting air then disappear.
I didn't see any of this only
i must be careful about such things as these.
the thin-grained oak. the quiet grizzlies scared
into the hills by the constant tracks squeezing
in behind them closer in the snow. the snared
rigidity of the winter lake. deer after deer