Otter Topography
Andrew Mara
You marked the return of the river otter
To the banks of the Red
Slipping, sinewy, beneath the surface.
Breaking my reverie
A long, cold, lifeless river
Newly dappled with sibilent splashing.
I don’t know you well,
Yet your silvery connection
Threaded with laughing shadows
Warm suspiration
Language, place, change
Cyclic re-expression recreating
Ancestral topography
Changing, moving, ebbing,
Imperceptible, but through your poetry.
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