Two Geese Two geese have come to the French doors, Their webbed feet acting like snowshoes, Keeping them from sinking into the drift. An old married couple who’ve ceased Speaking to each other, everything There is to say having been said. She in her gray dress, he in his great coat. Tottering along, tolerating one another. He insisting they ought to just walk, She murmuring they should take a cab. They were given all they need by God. I believe I wasn’t, which is why my coat Is stuffed with their beautiful down. Having nothing, they have nothing To lose, only their bodies, capable Of incredible feats of flight, Their elegant necks, their nasally cries. They must, at some base level, love Each other, if only because each is To the other the closest of their kind. And surely they know joy, and will Know grief when one dies first, as one must.
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Two Geese Two geese have come to the French doors, Their webbed feet acting like snowshoes, Keeping them from sinking into the drift. An old married couple who’ve ceased Speaking to each other, everything There is to say having been said. She in her gray dress, he in his great coat. Tottering along, tolerating one another. He insisting they ought to just walk, She murmuring they should take a cab. They were given all they need by God. I believe I wasn’t, which is why my coat Is stuffed with their beautiful down. Having nothing, they have nothing To lose, only their bodies, capable Of incredible feats of flight, Their elegant necks, their nasally cries. They must, at some base level, love Each other, if only because each is To the other the closest of their kind. And surely they know joy, and will Know grief when one dies first, as one must.