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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