the wolves
we slept close
under zippers and stars
and woke to the sound of wolves all around us
—
we howled along
and were sung back to sleep
the sound of wolves
still echoing all around us
—
in the morning
the river whispered
quietly
reminding me
—
that
fallen trees
and beaver dams
shape the path
and change the flow
—
by what falls
you can see what will stay
and what will go
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