Flight of Fancy (for my Canadian friends)
Last evening as we sat on the balcony
luxuriating in the lush autumn sun,
a flock of Canada geese lifted
off the lakeside, dwarfing us mere mortals.
If they had pooped
we would have been entombed
in white slime, not unlike Lot’s wife
entombed in salt.
Like her, we look back at the past year
which feels like an onslaught of geese poop.
We’ve been children hiding behind our ego forts, desperately heaving giant poop balls
at the “winter of our discontent.”
How we long to hitch a ride
on the backs of Canada geese
and head for their homeland where, of course,
life is greener…
always greener on the other side.
Lest we meet the fate of one who looked back,
setting out ready to grow
our own green grass.
♡ rita h kowats 10/16/20
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