Sunday, May 1
Geese fly by
In response to Paul's post two days ago, my own poem for poetry month, a day late:
The geese fly by
twice now
in the thin
slice of gray
morning
sky I can see
over the beige
cubicle wall
geese fly by
at a distance
slow enough
to count to fourteen
then four more and
then four more
dropping down
to the circle of
open water on
the corporate pond
then up close
just beyond the
fourth floor glass
geese fly by
beating their wings,
climbing the high sky
the little reverse smear
of white down visible
below their
outfielder eyes.
[05.04.05 - edited & tightened based on comments below]
The geese fly by
twice now
in the thin
slice of gray
morning
sky I can see
over the beige
cubicle wall
geese fly by
at a distance
slow enough
to count to fourteen
then four more and
then four more
dropping down
to the circle of
open water on
the corporate pond
then up close
just beyond the
fourth floor glass
geese fly by
beating their wings,
climbing the high sky
the little reverse smear
of white down visible
below their
outfielder eyes.
[05.04.05 - edited & tightened based on comments below]
