Geese
Those wings of the Canadian geese
strap themselves to my heart,
removing the dark barrier of northeast landscape
and where I reside
in a charred picture of scenery,
a modern day reflection of the masses of breath who make more and more,
and evacuation is the norm.
The geese go south and then north again, gliding in a thought independent of
gridlock.
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