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"
ajs
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world