Early morning stillness;
geese
cut a line
through the illusion of sky.

There is more to this planet
than just the earth we stand on.

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Midday chaos;
       -short reprieve in a city park,
The geese
hold a cacophonous reunion
indulging themselves
with the season's  temporary abundance.

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Soft arrival of evening;
dusk rolls quietly outward from the moon's feet
Geese
trace lazy circles
above the field.

Their murmuring,
drifts up from the cool grass
through the windows of old houses
so as we fall asleep
in our dreams
we will remember
that we cannot separate ourselves
from the wilderness
we were born out of.