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Yield   The ghosted fingers of barnacles grip like stone, their fisted fortress now a…

Drop   And then you see it — your own shattered sky  strewn in feathers …

Orientation   The marsh softens and exhales  under humming wings. Bright throated tundra swans aim…

  Liminal   Imagine an ancient seafloor  rumpled, like a rug, rising from rifts  of…

Confluence   Beneath the milky aufeis and the weaving glacial fan, river water runs in…

Integral   The pull to explain us tugs at your sleeve — sunlight, angles, ice,…

  Solute   At your every spring, we appear. Silt, innumerable, staining, arriving whirling in…

  Concurrence   Tracker, between the refreezing night sounds, crisp and starlit, we hear you…

  Crucible   Above, the goshawk flashes smoke tipped wings, a dark blaze across smudged…

  Uncovering   Do you see the antler? There, among the brush and crusted snow…