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for Amanda

Unable to extricate

itself from the silver

flash of trout

the spirit of the river

the great blue heron

its head shaped

like a rock hammer

stalks the brooking edge

on spindly stilts

and braids his hunger

into the oncoming

and infinite curl

of brisk mountain water

before the twin flames

of wings spread

without warning

and lifts the whole

giant jumble of sticks

and feathers silently