astonished, i drove,
braked,
and looked and looked
snow geese
amidst their larger cousins
everywhere, in dizzying clouds
i parked behind
that car dealership
whose owner dug this pond
on my road
and there,
amongst the canada geese,
the snow geese.
every time i hear that story
of the snow goose on embattled english marshes,
but here
they bunched into groups
keeping in the water
where, perhaps, they retained
a little more mobility?
now swimming
after that huge kaleidoscope
settled down
and oh they were loud!
all of them, see those snowy ones
with their mouths open?
perhaps they'd just left the field across the road
where a little corn might scatter around
waiting to feed these late movers
or happy winter feasters
whichever they are.
