Tell Me a Story

 Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.


I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse.
I heard them.


I did not know what was happening in my heart.


It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.


The sound was passing northward.

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