VERSE
Maxson, H. A.
H. A. MAXSON MUSKRAT The banks are fleshed in shadow. And in the river, far below the darkening surface, fish sleep now. I carefully inch my prow into the stagnant, slow waters of a...
...From a vine-thatched burrow a muskrat rises, cautious not to show his body until his eyes fully know what is new-like a rabbit lifting from a furrow to see what things not vegetable grow of an evening...
...I sit low in the boat to see how he takes the water, then row the other way-knowing enough not to follow water grown sentient with my own shadow...
...I carefully inch my prow into the stagnant, slow waters of a narrow creek, and set the bow on sand...
Vol. 103 • August 1976 • No. 18
