Flight of Geese
Others have the quickness
of a gecko. The beauty
of a rainbow trout.
I am a broken down samurai,
knees gone.
Others admire the flight of falcons.
I admire the unexpected lift of geese,
heavy bellied, a couple
against all odds, without care
of appearance
rising together awkwardly,
honking out of all proportion
as if blowing the phlegm
from their asthmatic chests,
the joy of an old couple
flying together
Bob Bradshaw lives in California, and admires
both the Rolling Stones and easy times. Mick may not be
gathering moss, but Bob dreams of retiring to a hammock. Recent
work of his can be found at Boston Literary Magazine, Orange
Room Review, Eclectica and Pedestal Magazine.
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