for Mary Macdonell
While walking alone, I see a large flock of geese taking off from the pond in the middle of a ploughed field. These snow-white birds rise in unison as the sun emits its first light.
under the sun?
that spring day we met
published in Sketchbook, 6:4, July/August 2011
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