Presto

Location

From a hidden tunnel the muskrat

skims across the canal in the rain.

It’s 50 degrees in December—

no ice for him to speed beneath—

so I can see his webbed feet,

the scaly tail that steers like a rudder,

his spiky pelt. Then, like a trick,

he vanishes into the far bank,

muddy home of his own making,

through a sheer door of water.

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Karen Kovacik is a poet and translator of Polish poetry. She’s the author of Portable City, Metropolis Burning, and Beyond the Velvet Curtain.

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