Some Ways to Look at a Goose
V against high gray clouds
two arms, one longer, their cries float down
Gander steps proudly through the barnyard,
herds females, disciplines the dog, hisses at cats
A bush of spines and fruit, with natives in both Old and New worlds,
but geese have little to do with gooseberries
White domesticated geese float alongside Canada geese
neither care that the other is unlike
His hand strokes a cheek on the way past—my husband
claims he did not do it, that squirrels ran past to goose me
They float down the center of the creek, then paddle to the lush
green shore and graze on the new-shoot grass
A fat and pleasant edible outside for that perfect jewel
which was the Blue Carbuncle
Lake frozen, deserted, the geese are conspicuous
by their absence
Invisible even at full moon, geese fly at midnight
shrill calls echoing in the cold air
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