Becoming Involved

In Golden Gate Park
a woman lies down with a goose.
They stretch on their sides,
they love each other.
Rapt goose arches his spine
the way feathers can shuffle.
People stop to stare.
Bliss is terribly private.

When the woman turns away,
the goose starts his odd mouth
honking and snapping at the air.
He slowly crosses the moss trail,
turns one blue eye back at his woman.
Then quietly, deathly quiet,
he puts one foot in
and paddles away.

Copyright © 2006 Elizabeth Rees All rights reserved
from River Styx
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