Sunday, May 22, 2016

Where Otters Den


Through shallow pipe under railroad tracks high up is the wooded
den in the bank where men don’t bother to come

where storm water washed away pebbles
left furrows through smooth sand

tides rearrange this beach every day
expose places previously covered
telephone wire 
              insulators
sometimes old metal
paw prints left

on the beach


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    Dick Russell

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