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Beaver Wood

You were sitting
down by the stream,
watching the water
eddy up
behind a small bank
of rocks,

and the branches
that were floating
by had been chewed
by beavers,
each tooth mark
carved
and the slices
taken out
a nibble
at a time.

I was leaning
against a tree
in the distance
unseen,
and I could see
that you
were using a stick
to write with
in the water.

The letters
were unclear
but the intent
seemed right there:

"heart
clear
water
vine
trust
lost
love"

and then
the stick just dragged
in the stream
and made
a very long wave
and you dropped it in.

And it made
its way
down stream
and collected
on the side
of the beaver's den.

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