20 November 2007


This morning, I found this little item. The honkers are out in full force. The surface of pretty much any body of water hereabouts is covered with black and grey. I thought it would be appropriate to share this little nugget from my neck of the woods.


They are over the marsh now
An umbrella of feathers and cries
It's almost more
Than I can hold
The way reeds bend
To spy the shadows
Of their own swaying
They and the fading geese
One string
Inviting the dark to dance
To sift from the branches
Of the actual
To surround me like breath returning
When everything else is gone

Michael Shorb

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