Geese by the Side of the Road

Stationed at various positions, they crane their long necks

at a woman in a blue sweat suit running ahead of them.

Across the road, to the left, parents and their small boy

stop to talk with a neighbor. It's one of those rare, balmy days

in mid-February; almost everyone is happy.

Through the tracery of the bare maples,

pines and meadows, the blue-gray sea - the road winds and winds.

A larch twists to a question mark at its tip.

My car's chasing the passionate, retreating sun,

an unforgettable phase of mellow, fading ochre.

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