A flock of geese flew overat dawn in late August, honkingas if to herald their departure,making a big stink about it.
You and I threw a rollickinggaggle of a going-away partyonce, and then we came back home,relieved & subdued, a year later.
The geese will be back nextseason, the falcon pair will neston the library rooftop again, & welike they will be another year
closer to that heralding that fadesas it makes its way across the sky.