11.19.2016
the finest skim of ice
covers the pond,
the glare of late
afternoon sun
blinding off the
sheen thinner
than thin.
we count seventeen
muskrat houses
on the way around,
now unhidden by
the straw grass
fronds that have
been culled into
their construction.
their winter neighborhood
has settled in
for the long
winter’s nap.
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