Wild Geese in the West (final draft)
I watch them through
the kitchen window
swarming in the blue
immensity
beyond
the dwindling
winter branches
can anyone speak
of them without failing
the grace
those great birds
their massive
lift and rise
their trajectory
each subtle shift
of light eclipsing a swath
of prairie grass
foreshadowing
the drama that plays
upon the land
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