Flyover
...And, now, six geese fly
by, low over the treetops,
leaving the lake at dusk
in Daylight Saving Time, as if
they said, too dark, too soon.
And, as long as the geese
are flying ensemble, talking
among themselves, irate
over the time change,
then, the natural world
is OK, and so am I.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014
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