Departure.
Wind riffling thru\' rubber fabric galvanized
my rueful intent and when clouds
gathered en masse about pewter-tint light
to hunker in thickly
I knew then
it was time to leave distant sulking horizon
so I was resigned.
Breathing last intakes of gathering geese
for distant roosts
and hearing sharp hooting yaps in nearby
formations
I picked up flapping thrum of wing beats
for the very last time
and waved reluctant goodbye.
Weight of bird departure felt wetly blatant
so I, with bent head,
asked for God to bless feathered migration
with dry-weathered success.