Thursday, July 31, 2025

Geese streaks


Walking into the kitchen in the morning, 
Wondering why the cats aren’t there to greet me,
 I catch sight of a fuchsia sun, 
Peering through slats of clouds 
Like Venetian blinds, 
And run for my camera, 
But by the time I get outside 
The slats have closed and all is gray again, 
Broken only by a stripe of geese, 
Dragging their charcoal streaks 
Across the window of the sky.

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