A First

A First

Beavers build wetlands 

beside the Desautel highway, a break 

in the forest 

of the Okanogan—

tule, cattails, lilies

and last night, after thirty years 

of driving this road,

for the first time 

where the road narrows 

between granite and pond 

where we cannot stop

there,

in the blooming yellow pond lilies,

three moose surprised us 

and we surprised them— 

all three cars—

in the evening gloaming,

slowed at once to view 

the strange twig-eaters, 

the creature’s name in Algonquin,

before they rumbled off

Sheri Edwards

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Poetry/Photography

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