The Skids
A goose hydroplanes
on a strip of wet air.
Comic honk,
wings backtracking frantically.
It blunders about directionless
as if bananas
were attached to its feet.
It’s the slick chill
making this happen.
The funny thing is,
it’s not even funny,
because a goose that can skid
on an ordinary blacktop
probably won’t make it
into Spring.
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