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103 In praIse, epHemera at dawn feeding swans, upended by the ice shelf, black beaks champing half-thawed weeds, draw us to the riverbank. Grizzled feathers, echo of boots over rotting snow. far between, few, tundra swans step out on late ice. Glacial melt, snow melt hustle downstream— ice dams hold tight jostled swathes of half-lace ice. Knife-edged narrow leads open, sliced river swollen. muskrat and beaver gnaw new shoots of red willow, open winter lodges. fresh water, air. pollen, lavish, carpets the quick and the dead, blessing the revived, blessing the remade. season of cold broken. season of ice broken. season of tattered shirtsleeves. Bare hands useful again after burrowing all winter. voles gather first shoots of new grasses, weave fresh sheaves to put by, chew new roots, shoots, and xylem, drunk on the season’s sugars risen yesterday and today, this hour zipping by, lifting off, wild swan in clear sky. ...

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