The Call

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Can you hear the geese?

the wiring sounds

of so many wings

in motion

A Reminder

of unremitting Change

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the punctuated Call:

we’re here, there’s water

let‘s settle

for a moment

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can you hear the geese

she says again

Elated

the honking cacophony

passes overhead

lasting

like the passing of a train

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the Sound

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a crescendo swelling

then fading

into the twilight

of damp Earth

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the punctuality

of Nature

driven by degrees

of Sunlight

a gland

pineal

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can you hear them

she says

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through and through

I reply

through and through

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The Gathering

Low enough to Gild the day’s light

and allow for the night to harden

our Sun has given the Signal;

for some it’s their first time

for others it is habit

Recommendations to the newcomers

reminders for the initiated

encouragement to the Seniors

everyone speaks at the same time

generating the clattering cacophony

of the Gathering

Such a sudden cloud you Rise together

settle on another wire continue your babble

Readying yourselves

for the oncoming journey South

until the Deep of the night Ices over

and only the Blue Jay call resounds,

you are Gone.

Photograph by Erwin Wybauw

Photograph by Erwin Wybauw