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Goose Geese Gander
Ashok Niyogi
the sun has risen clean and yellow
birds are up and about
amidst the California palms
I have brushed away
yesterday’s nightmare
of lying on familiar land mines
cleaned my remaining teeth
girdled my loins
to do battle with the law of nature
that propels
the solitary straggler squawking
across a blue sky to Elizabeth Lake
it is so tragic
this final loss of extended hearth and home
I feel immensely sorry for myself
because even you
refuse to join me
in this pantomime of carrot juice
broccoli and fresh underwear
with the smell of lime
today god
will I do right
or will I do wrong