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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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