Each Septem­ber We Went to See the Geese

Prairie Fire - - SARAH ENS -

and this was be­fore con­dos built up

all around my home­town, back when

the neigh­bour boy had a se­cret. He said,

“I’ll tell you when the birds land”

be­cause like magic they know

to fly and fall to­gether, feather

the sky and call hol­low

into a dusk dy­ing to frost.

This was when I be­lieved in se­crets,

in that last hunch­ing in cool grass

be­fore push­ing on slightly from sum­mer,

when any­thing might hap­pen, so small be­neath

press­ing bod­ies full of air

come sud­denly down

onto the lake.

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