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Showing posts from June, 2018

Canada Goose

canada goose leaps from the garden pond
into a spring storm, calling like my nana

with an arrowhead stuck at the back of her mouth;

she feels it catch every time she speaks.
she buckles her neck around the pain.

how long can one man elude winter?

go on while I rest, he said, and
she flew south without him.

now she remembers she lost something.

Theodore! she calls through vernal rain,
point of an arrowhead crying across the sky,

looking, looking, looking.