Monday, May 4, 2009


TRANSLATE


A flight of geese—
broken black code
against the grey dawn sky

3 comments:

jbops said...

I saw a flock
late, in the dim blue light,
above the old railroad bridge.
high ,high up, but right above me
, heading north , north.
following the river at this point.

A path taken by millions.
and a path taken by a few.
I just didn't know.

love it.

Andrew Kavanagh said...

Thanks!

beautiful monster said...

lovely, vivid poem, jbops!

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