Our Goose
On top of the ridge
overlooking the road
From the sheer height
of a stark old pine tree
Against the sharpness
of today’s blue sky
The Egyptian Goose stands alone
on a thick black branch
inelegant
honking for its mate…
In our sheltered valley garden
we can hear it loudly
and know
it’s inevitable
goose shape
On the road
a smash of feathers
and bloody speed
The rising sun
turns the leaves gold
the shell of a Cicada
clings to the Comfrey
as if we could heal Change
On top of the ridge
overlooking the road
From the sheer height
of a stark old pine tree
Against the sharpness
of today’s blue sky
The Egyptian Goose stands alone
on a thick black branch
inelegant
honking for its mate…
In our sheltered valley garden
we can hear it loudly
and know
it’s inevitable
goose shape
On the road
a smash of feathers
and bloody speed
The rising sun
turns the leaves gold
the shell of a Cicada
clings to the Comfrey
as if we could heal Change
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