Geese on the Moon


by Pavel Chichikov

Geese they are such brawny birds

Contours round as submarines

As yet in atmospheres submerged

But they will surface on the moon

Now in barrel-chested flight

When rolling slightly for control

Their wings adjust to bear the fight

Of thermals rising and the load

They column close and rapid fall

Parallel not far above

Convey to each the other's call

In adjuration or in love

I see at night their silhouettes

Invisible when moon has set

Epiphanies that go in flock

The trumpets of the equinox

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