On The Wing Of A Goose
Flew, like a blaze of fire
just a touch,
set the sky to red, orange
as the ball grew
wings swoosh, winds of gale
moon rises
Ride with the brown-gray, white painted goose
as she sweeps
on the winds of the south
flows with undulations-
dips, rises, peaks, and valleys
until her call fades
In the eye of someone's sleep.
© right now, Denise A White
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