even then, full of the noise of swimmers and a flotilla of inflatables, the goose flew close to her reflection – the white on her wings bright in that dark water. and for a moment all was quiet but the sound of her flight breathing the day. …
the clouds hardly gathered the pinking horizon before the geese began to shout the sky – claiming what’s theirs and theirs and his and ours and i know on a red rock ledge above a cave in a deep water valley the female waits silent on careful nest listening for life in the warmth of…