ice-out this spring
will be unusual
white hills melting
a volume
hard to contain
we're cautious
putting-in
too early
there'll be a blast
of heat & debris first
wait for the river otters
tune into their creeping
below the watchtowers
& bridge abutments
watch the flood line turn down
love is a smooth take-out
--- e b bortz
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the lake lasted until
a language of trees rose
fastened against the sky by fog
first we broke the cold
with 'hello' and than
love laughed into it
with the lost
boldness of a bud
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