canada geese

march with dignity.

elegant heads move

above elegant necks.

but one

lurches behind —

leg bent at

pain-ful an-gle.

suddenly all geese

stretch high

on webbed feet

thrusting chests

unfolding wings

creating a



when our

crippled goose

lifts himself


over the still-



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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

14 thoughts on “respite”

    1. your comment is interesting because the early drafts of the poem expressed how seeing the crippled goose made me instantly feel pity for it. eventually i decided to edit out that part, but it’s good to see you still picked up on that thought. yea!

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