SEPTEMBER MORNING ON THE EXETER
In the river today the trees
Mirror themselves. As we paddle
Our kayaks we see double:
Two trunks, two thatches of branches,
Two patches of reeds, two blossoms
Of pickerel weed, two bushes
Of orange-bespotted jewelweed,
Two bare and barren wood-peckered
Skeletal hulks with bony limbs.
From the dark woods a hoot owl
Invites us to come on in, come on in.
Bluejays flit across our bows.
Wild ducks practice flight patterns.
The heron is no longer present.
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