Sep 29, 2008 11:35
From one of the many small lakes
the wild geese rose this morning
all wings and noise, but within
the walls of the car they were silent.
As they rose in the lightening sky
they formed a long line of wings and necks
eventually dividing into two distinct groups.
Yet as each group flew their separate way
one goose separated itself from his group
and headed toward the other, remembering
at the last moment who were just friends
and who were family.
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