I know the cry.
Canada geese
migrating south.
I look up.
How many
Twenty. Thirty.
All I know is
they are never zero.
Not even when
I close my eyes.
I know the cry.
Canada geese
migrating south.
I look up.
How many
Twenty. Thirty.
All I know is
they are never zero.
Not even when
I close my eyes.