Goose in Kansas
saw her wheel, thought nothing
until, with slow majesty,
she came to land
within the stubble of autumn harvest.
I held myself still, awe-slapped,
She--must have been a she,
Zeus has no business visiting me--
preened the bars upon her sleeve,
glanced obliquely inquisitive
Neck curved, never merely bending,
she arched towards the sky...
Then, waddling, flopped into the air.
wish she had not gone before me.
2River View, 4.3 (Spring 2000)