National Poetry Month: My Fellow Goose

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My Fellow Goose

for Jolee

With thanks to Mary Oliver

 

A lone goose is flying

across the sky.

He honks and honks and

then again,

calling to his family, somewhere.

I have seen no other geese.

 

I could honk, too, but

you are forever beyond hearing.

You will never again greet me

at the door

or sleep by my side.

 

Now, I am left to pray

for a goose

in the chill morning.