Waving Geese

They honk incessantly, bellowed baths
of incorrigible bass, pond pricks,
but, oh to watch them fly
large V's slide sweetly.

I throw word darts across black water
"be gone, be gone, leave your waste
beyond my quiet paradise."

over there, below the clouds
twenty-two wings wave
F..K You"



This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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