Sunday, October 21, 2012

Slightly Higher in Canada


call of the goose, bereft,
his mate 
somewhere over 
the moon and gone 
o lord, she can't get no higher 

then  its stumble flight 
nip, nipping at shadows
plotting revenge 
on the wind
and the flirtatious pull,
of the stars  

spellbound it is-
- thunderstruck 
down-in-the-mouth 
this bird, 
one toke over the line 
wings akimbo

did you mean to shoot straight 
take a drag 
collect your prize 
it leaned into the bullet 
didn't it ?




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