Snow Geese Islands

[saltwaterkill]

I have been listening to the geese for months, sqwauking into the dark water of the lake. Goddess spread her fingers out into the deep wet earth and I live above the tears she filled there. This is a tip, a white fingernail island that looks like ice in the night. But then the silhouettes come out to you, small dots one by one-- winged. Beds like

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[omletlove]

your poetry makes me miss being in love.