Connections

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The big white bird

with black wing tips*

was flying low

alone

away...

hours pass.

I read of fields and farms,

of migrations,

of hope

and dreams-

of hunger

and hard work.

By chance I look up

thinking- digesting

themes

to see

three big white birds

with black wing tips

flying low

in the opposite direction.

poem copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab

*Snow Goose