Where V Means Wild Geese

 

I wished I lived in someplace cool

It’s relative, I know

Cool to me would mean, well, cool

A northern clime, I suppose

But cool in the other way

James-Dean cool,

Which for me means a plethora for metaphors

The kind that blesses Mary Oliver

In her turn,

One season followed by another, each day

Therein a chance for some new bird

Or amphibian

Or wild flower, unbidden, that rises

 

I live in my small town with brick surroundings

I like it well enough

And, if I must say, there are worse places

Sometimes the days go gently by

Sometimes there is a thrill

Inside all right angles

 

C L Couch

 

 

Canadian Geese in Spring

Rennett Stowe from USA – Canadian Geese in Spring, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26301433