Waving Geese
They honk incessantly, bellowed baths
of incorrigible bass, pond pricks,
but, oh to watch them fly
large V's slide sweetly.
..
I throw word darts across black water
"be gone, be gone, leave your waste
beyond my quiet paradise."
..
over there, below the clouds
twenty-two wings wave
F..K You"
ajs
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andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
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