Geese fly by, honking overhead
Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky
A great river flows nearby
Geese fly by
There I am in my state in my town
There I am in my backyard
Spade patting ghost worms down
Back into their corridors, new salted with bone
Here I go calling out your name
At three AM this first night, hard frost
Two of us facing off
from opposite sides of the bed
Minerals seeping in, seeping out
Every time we in or exhale
No clouds only jet trails
Every time
Geese fly by, honking overhead
Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky
A great river flows nearby
Geese fly by
Geese fly by
Geese fly by
