Water birds
Their legs are like quarter notes
singing through the reeds.
They blow French horns
amateurishly, as they feed.
Two flocks of Canada geese
leave manuscripts of footprints
in the flats along the lee.
The sea, beyond,
Tunes its winds and strings,
which spread the geese's glistenings
as they coast to a crease
in the silvery crinkle -
Like a Debussy prelude -
but brighter and lighter -
they land in the lapping, luxurious sights
of the estuary
Where they plunge
elongated necks -
with rhythmic syncopation -
in the depths.
