November 11, 2013

Homing


We hear geese
at all hours,
searching for water,
honking overhead, looking
for the golf course pond,
a place where they
once bred.

They all touch down,
like snow birds, driving in,
carloads of aging desire,
license plates revealing 
everywhere 
they've been.
Each seeks now
a place to sleep,
hoping the nest
they once built,
might still be there
for them.

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