of geese stampede through November
clouds, arising from an early
their V-formations a Royal wedding
scudding south, leaving
memories of green pastures, salient
lakes and a
wilderness of plenty.
An ancient path leads across borders,
states and hidden sloughs
where a fury of sound awaits, hunters
in suits of deceit
planning new rules of engagement.
Within the confusion, tired wings
flee rest, losing leaders
in quick succession
and soon, too many vagabond
warriors lay face to face in stillness.
And somewhere beyond the voice
of shotgun thunder, goblets of
exclamation begin toasting someone's
Richard L. Provencher 2005
first published March 2008
Creekwalker Carlsbad CA
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