By Trevor Hewett

September morning, early,
soft sunlight.
High overhead
a wedge of silhouettes,
unknown geese pass
paddling cold air;
a formation of longing
parts, flowing into
a w then two v's,
not to reform
in this powder-blue,
high and silent sky.

(Previously published by Mockfrog Press, Australia)


Loss  | Vashon | Services | Art | Poetry | Store | Contact

© 1999 KotaPress All rights reserved.  ISSN 1534-1410 www.KotaPress.com
Please direct comments regarding this web site to webmaster@KotaPress.com