The Flight
I was awakened
this morning,
the first day
of November,
under grey
and light,
the dawn
of North
and Western skies,
I pushed back
the curtains,
opened the window,
and above me,
a hundred geese
maybe more
were leaving
heading for places
warmer,
where shadows
linger
a little longer,
where I am
just a memory,
as this years
last summer,
my footsteps, left
upon the sands,
life and tides
high
across windswept
skies
and shores.
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