i'm in middle of geese congregation
no space to escape their droppings
they stare but never try to walk away
they become just like me; i'm family
some even fold their feet and rest
occasionally stretch out; whispers
carpets of brown grass covers space
soggy from recent pouring rain,
few outcrops of fresh grass sprouts
garnish whole field; lone daffodil
prancing beauty against rising sun
spring for her; 45*f for my skin
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