It's melting now. Everything else
is melting, too -
Red cedar, wolverine, harebells,
cinerous shrew,
Deep beds of fern. The spirit bear
continues on
To higher ground, to forage where
steelheads still spawn
And leap the battered weirs. A herd
of elk starts north
Beneath the ridge. Up high, dark birds
drift back and forth.
First published in Clementine Unbound.
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