030510 Flocks (Sevenling) Poem by Manonton Dalan

030510 Flocks (Sevenling)



flocks of geese going south
drifting like fine rice hash
forming a wide shadow on marsh

it’s not winter i know, but why
could it be hurricane passing by
might be global warming on the rise

hmmmm … they’re looking for a lake

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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