The Snow Geese (A Poem)

On a cold black February evening

We saw the snow geese flapping west

Silent but for a single call.

 

Their white bodies caught the city light

And with their wings– pushing to the west,

Tossed it down to us.

 

In their perfect and classic formation

They flapped silently to the west

And appeared like white, living stars

 

A moment that we shared together

And we may never again see them go west

Feeling the warmth of their passage.

 

But the memory remains

As a luminescent promise of the west,

Of unexpected joy and possibility

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