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Spring Geese
Half a hundred geese
winging north across the bay:
you've left some fecund, flowered place,
passed over warm and moistly green full-petalled lands,
arrowing your fine dark lines
across the lonely blue
of open water, open sky,
the brown and grey and tan
of our just-melting world
to press on to your polar claim.
My heart cries Wait,
oh wait for me. I'm coming too.
Although you leave me spring,
you leave me.
How I envy you
talking to each other
every wing beat of the way.