the wolves

we slept close.

under zippers and stars,

and woke to the sound of wolves all around us

we howeled along.

…eventually sung back to sleep,

the sound of wolves,

wildly echoing all around us…

and by the morning

the river whispered

reminding me

that

it is

fallen trees

and beaver dams

that shape the path

that change the flow

by what falls

you can see what will stay

and what will go

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