Easter Sunrise

A pair of geese exclaim and rise
from swamped magnolia bog,
delivering the dawn in song

Under their shadow I behold
a plastic gun in mud,
a memory forgotten now

Looking away, I see a man
holding a tripod close
and I mistake it for a shotgun

intended for the flying geese
when really we’re the same—
a silent pair before the sun

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