goslings
i kept forgetting to tell you
about the goslings
along the river trail --
jumble of shy fuzz
and yellow curiosity
wadded between rocks
how they bloomed,
doubled in size one day
to the next
how the parents
trained long necks
on the threat of me
as i ground gravel
under bike tires,
levered beaks
knowing i wanted to grab
one of the soft bundles
and hold it to my face
just today,
goslings greying,
half-grown and lanky,
i remembered
1 comment:
kerry
love this, as i see goslings every day at work. they do grow fast!!
i wonder about starting with the last stanza, adding to the last line "i remembered to tell you--"
then cutting the first two lines of the first (now second stanza) about the river trail: jumble of shy fuzz...
so that the poem starts with them old, then goes back to being young and ends with the image of wanting to grab one of the soft bundles and hold it to my face.
i love the implied desire towards the you as well. it's subtle, but there. and so sweet.
great poem.
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