"In For the Evening" by Peter Mathios
I watched them
As they neared the lake
They wheeled
In a wide arc
With beating wings
And then
They put their wings to sleep
And glided downward in a drift
Of pure abandonment
Until they touched
The surface of the lake
Composed their wings
And settled
On the rippling water
As though it were a nest.
"Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake" by Anne Porter from Living Things. © Zoland Books, 2006.
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