19 Geese

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Nineteen geese soar

over the scrupulous vineyards

watching from the second story

their shadows glide

dopplegangers

dark wingspans on the green

grapes fat with sugar

 

Then there is that tree

I hadn’t noticed it before

with so many trees on display

on the cusp of autumn

the leaves have turned

a lighter green, almost yellow

it reminds me of my mother

 

Odd, perhaps, but true nonetheless

with her short curls

her round face, not heart-shaped or square

round, plump, healthy

this is how I prefer to remember her

undead, wearing her glasses

reading a book

Thanks for reading!
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