Geese Fly By

Geese fly by, honking overhead
 Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky
 A great river flows nearby
 Geese fly by
 There I am in my state in my town
 There I am in my backyard
 Spade patting ghost worms down
 Back into their corridors, new salted with bone
 Here I go calling out your name
 At three AM this first night, hard frost
 Two of us facing off
 from opposite sides of the bed
 Minerals seeping in, seeping out
 Every time we in or exhale
 No clouds only jet trails
 Every time
 Geese fly by, honking overhead
 Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky
 A great river flows nearby
 Geese fly by
 Geese fly by
 Geese fly by