Flying V

A flock of geese flew over

at dawn in late August, honking

as if to herald their departure,

making a big stink about it.

You and I threw a rollicking

gaggle of a going-away party

once, and then we came back home,

relieved & subdued, a year later.

The geese will be back next

season, the falcon pair will nest

on the library rooftop again, & we

like they will be another year

closer to that heralding that fades

as it makes its way across the sky.