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 a.m. this first night of a hard frost
The 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