honking lone goose on lake
looking around but never left
how could he be separated
from a flock maybe a recon
or marooned for misbehavior
whatever he is calling for savior
i was waiting for guys ahead of us
so i stop by to listen to his honking
i throw pieces of my sandwich
but calmly refuses to even eat
he keeps quiet and swim away
on the back nine he honks at me
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