The geese are turning their backs on us
By Olivia Gwyn
Leaving for a land more kind than home
and I would send you with them
if I knew which way was south
But winter bleeds through the trees
and I curse the cold and the leaving
and the wings of the birds that carry them away
Curse the knowledge that there is a place
that stays warm and waits for them
and that I do not know the way
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