Like a child
I stopped
ears tuned to distant honking
eyes lifted to the treetops
Where are they?
I can’t see!
head craned back
scanning through
crisping golden leaves~
suddenly
they appeared ~
geese arrowing
from Wascana Lake
~ incredible migration in flight.
“I am a child who is getting on.”
~ Marc Chagall, author
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