The Skagit geese are on the move.
The birds are going
the other way now.
And geese fly back &
forth across the valley
getting ready.
It all rolls into one.
There is no pain,
you are receding.
A distant ship smoke on the horizon---
And now it turns its dark eyes,
it rearranges
the cloud of its wings
it trails an elaborate webbed foot,
the color of charcoal.
Lordy, I'm made of blood & bone.
Oh, what will I do, what will I say?
--Christafari, Robert Sund, Jerry Garcia, Roger Waters, Mary Oliver & Neil Diamond
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