beaver pond on kettle creek

Its edge,
              I swear, 
will fall into the river.
Somehow the beavers keep it solid.
The water behind 
is murky with mud and bugs,
grasses and dead wood. 
It captures the moonlight
as mayflies hatch.
In the spring it flows.
In the summer it shrinks.
In the fall it fills with leaves.
In the winter it freezes. 

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