
Overhead,
wings spread to finger
updraft and lift,
they call —
And I cannot help
but try to count
the numbers
of their ragged “V”,
as if the sum
of beaks,
eyes,
wings,
feathers
would reveal answers
to mysteries
ever sought,
ever felt,
rarely
seen.
— C.Birde, 1/17
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I love hearing the geese fly over, mom did too 😢
Now, each time I hear geese calling, I’ll think of your mom <3