Benton Lake National Wildlife Refuge
The handrail’s wooden slats mimic themselves in shadows lining the boardwalk. Three people leave as I arrive, we say our good mornings and the day is mine. At boardwalk’s end, I sit on an iron wrought...
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A fulcrum of momentum, she wraps her wings across her breast until she spins out brave new worlds where long necked geese rise through ruddy sunshine. Thrumming a rustle of feathers on air, they become...
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