The Geese

A page of random poetry from an old journal

In the distance, honk!

the river flows for the geese

to glide with silence

 

Stepping with webb'd feet

neck stretching to see the sky

goose nibbles the air

 

Cars drive, distant honk

peering over river bank

the duck watches me

 

Sleeping in the sun

swans tuck in their heads

a crow calls to fly

 

Dead leaves on the ground

broken glass, candy wrappers

truck gears grind in pain

 

The geese search for food

beaks probing the cool water

I sit on rock, hungry

 

3/25/96