Sunday, 24. October 2004
At Nightfall
geese arrive
in four vectors
of Vs
honking, inter- secting, whir- ling in circles
as they angle over my head and drop
to the water. As I walk away filled with
sudden happiness, (so sharp, so little) I send a pebble
Skittering across The lake. No sound. I turn to look at
the web of ripples and find in it floating a white stone: moon.
2004:10:24 18:15 Lullwater Lake, Atlanta
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