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Feeding at Sunset


An entire loaf of boughten bread is too much for one person to eat
and one person doesn't always remember to freeze the other half

so she feeds the birds.

She goes to the park
and on this late afternoon

finds Canada geese browsing the greensward.

She approaches them cautiously.
They do after all stand waist high to her when they stretch their necks.

Unlike the pigeons, they are indifferent
to the proffered crumbs
continuing to crop at the grass.
The biggest goose approaches first.
The others follow.
They are polite eaters.

The biggest goose is the most aggressive
driving off the smaller fellows
though he doesn't eat more.
It just seems to be his habit,
the m.o. of a lead goose.

The sun drops lower.
An elongating orange blob,
it flattens into a glowing line.

The lead goose looks up.
He comes about to face west.
Heads lift.
Silently all the geese come about.
They pause together
to observe the last shred of sunlight.
Observing with them, I too turn silent.

They are uninterested in further feeding.
Abandoning the scattered crumbs,
they move away at a nighttime pace.
I pace with them a while
then turn for home
filled with what the geese have fed me.

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