the goose/field sonata
the lines got crossed when it comes to sun-months and clear days. it's been warm and welcoming, the sky whispers stories (but only at dawn) the geese returned early and now, they sprinkle the open fields in numbers that rival the raindrops and outlast the day perching about and tapping at the ice below their feet. i am a watcher of worlds unfolding.
2008-02-12 | 10:39 a.m.
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