Friday, June 3, 2016
Honk If You Love Geeses
The flotilla of geese gliding on the mirror lake
Blurt out the name of the town:
Burke! Burke! Burke!
The iris purples the water's edge,
Ignoring their nasty noise.
A red-winged blackbird
Longs to perch on cattail or cornstalk
In the sea of suburban green,
And finding none, he grumps:
Burke Burkity Burke.