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

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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