on the channel there's lone goose
she tried to swim to me; current fast
change her agenda; went to coast
with a sad honk spread her wings
flap it so many times maybe to dry
she curl her neck and walk in stride
rocks are showing with green moss
white barnacles taking in their roots
some oyster dotted the clear bottom
not advisable for human consumption
i'm listening to gurgling clear water
as it flow back to deep ocean floor
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