photoart: ralph murre
Seven Ways Autumn Goose
the wings of the winter goose
are like the heartbeat
of a frightened squirrel
the goose calls alone
the arrow is pierced
the goose carves the sky
its breasts fold open
the airplane flies careless arcs
the goose hears the laughing man
her eye watches
the dog howls across
the goose in flight
the goose falls straight
the marsh grass is trampled
a stone meets water
like the iris of the goose
the circles extend
~ first published (in slightly
different form)
in Branch Redd Review
