Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Flying Home


Flying Home

The geese appear overhead--the lake is frozen
Honks sound in celebration--the open space calls
Feet come down like landing gear--the surface glimmers
They touch the icy runway--the ice holds its own

This poem is an Imayo.


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