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Flying North

It’s perfectly true, she says

I see geese flying over clouds

like compass needles


wheeling at times

in spiral galaxy arms

waiting for slowcoaches to catch up


as far below

akimbo on a frozen lake

nine years old, red skirt and scarf


skating in huge hissing circles

she spots the flight and

music dancing in her eyes


takes off and joins the whirling flock

a weightless balloon

their beaks and flapping hearts


now one with hers


later she tells friends and parents

no one believes her

except her grandmother


and she’s been gone now twenty years

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