103 – MIGRATIONS

Posted on August 22, 2021 by Ken Greenman

through grey steel clouds
cold rained-on-day
“ONKH! ONKH!”
Canada Geese
far off, heading away
again. And again,
another day, distant echoes
call.
corn-stalk stumped
tractor-tire pitted
fields
scour sky, can’t
distinguish directions, locations,
only far off becomings

till, etched cross crystal
day sky, they, in
luxurious wedge,
arrowed due south
true to instincts, fly.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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