It’s strange how little
time is required
before a presence
is noticeably missed;
all day on the boat
fifty-one miles up-lake
one waterfall
the rest dried up
a couple of flag
stops, exchanging
mail bags by pole,
a six foot draw
no excuse
for risk
a couple going
backpacking
dropped off
at the trailhead
and we all waved
and waved
because we’d never
see them again
OPTIONAL POETRY 
The last four lines are my favorite. A little snow-globe of transience.
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Thanks! Meanwhile, I apologize if “a little snow-globe of ___” appears in any of my future poems, but that is a lovely descriptor and I may have internalized it 🙂
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