I walked in mist as I had
for years, but this time
it was cool on my face
and made the trees
gray. Then an arrow
of geese shot out
from my brow. They
called as they had
last year and would
again. When they flew
under the horizon,
I was still there.
for years, but this time
it was cool on my face
and made the trees
gray. Then an arrow
of geese shot out
from my brow. They
called as they had
last year and would
again. When they flew
under the horizon,
I was still there.