fog discerns itself from the density of the surface
  Pearl Pirie

at the dock a man is neutrally shirtless.
a woman in strips of bright cloth waves,

her obscenities are covered.
water finds its form outside itself.

it takes its shape as women do
from men's banks, vessels we make.

water finds itself filtered
put in a temporary tin to boil

water in quiet corners radiates pleats
of frozen, part of itself opaque, thickening

water sleeps under skidoo tracks.
a woman skis solo across the river.

gas lit another girl spritzes perfume
practices coy hidings of her face

to prevent ice dams, flooding
explosives to protect what we build.

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