trapping for beaver (in photoshop)
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               sunset overhill behind me twilight nearing
               i stand high on a ledge -- rocky outcrop
               quiet water on two sides tent royalblues behind me
               young wispy woods aspen and juneberry around me
               and more rocks loom like dinosaur backs on my island
               but near me -- open water

               kabetogama's 20 minutes of windy paddling
               shimmers to the right and away of me
               blue heron nests sit 500 feet away to the left of me
               at the steep slope of trees of the other island

               splash

               thinking nothing of it -- fish -- writing
               minutes pass.  i look up instinctively

               three beaver trawling

               three-point heads like three-point hats
               showing rounding my spot
               50 feet out
               two continue on along and around my island
               one peels off and circles back
               watching watching me
               cuts a round rich swath back
               turns around and files by again

               same trajectory
               still watching still watching
               like a naval procession
               like a gulf of tonkin thing or something!
               passing by again 50 feet away again
               like the other two on and out.

               tomorrow i would arm myself with a 200 millimeter
               lie in wait on the bone-colored sandstone and silver green
               and copper moss dark water would lap at my feet

               and the beaver would approach on the same trajectory
               i would raise my scope and aim
               just then the head would decline -- and... nothing...

               waiting... then a fair distance away -- surface
               i almost would not shoot

               let the scanner sort the beaver from the lot
               of shimmer -- how many pixels of beaver i have got
               i do not know and the light that second night
               was dimmer.

               and the blue heron?  they're teens.  three stagger home
               absolutely unacceptably late.  where have you
               been all day -- where have you been -- where have you

               where have -- where!


                       Marek Lugowski
                       14 September 1997
                       Chicago, Illinois