Two geese, rising from a pond beside a freeway
on an autumn morning
I matched my car to their speed
and clocked fifty-five miles an hour.
In a day, they could make it
to the Carolinas or Canadian Maritimes, easily.
As I stepped into my garden
a flash of bullet-straight velocity
nearly hit me – not a bumblebee
as I first thought, but slightly larger.
Later, we saw resting at the feeder
an iridescent green, more like scales than feathers
followed by a sharp flash of ruby-throat.
Reminding, smaller notes deserve attention.
the differing yellows.
Poem copyright 2017 by Jnana Hodson.
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