Sniffs its way to the low point rockfall

sleek and tingling black with silver highlights

thread and scent and earthturn, log tossing, bending, fishtug

fills the day with rush the night with runnels

finds the interesting depth and stays there

mulling, turning, breeding

insisting on life and nurturing the algae the dragonfly pupa

washing the rocks until they ripple themselves

becoming and becoming.


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