The beaver house is there, but no figure for beaver. The beaver dam is there, but no figure for beaver. A gap, where branches still hold green leaves, figures beaver. More green leaves grow. If they multiply, a beaverpond shifts into beavermeadow. Northern watersheds measure their futures in transition: a year abandoned, some years still vacant, then reoccupied with beaverfigures. Water lines a newly defined edge against the empty air. But the flood came: beaver disappeared. The pond margin holds. Are there aspens, or cottonwoods, or oaks or ashes, any pole-sized ones, a winter food supply? Two-year-old beavers searching for new ponds get hit on roads every spring. Where is the beaver now, where did we go?

