The Wayward Orchard / Paul Sohar

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POEMS
Sunfish Pond
Requiem for a Refugee Camp
Summer Past
The Geese Were Gone 
The Wayward Orchard
Mount Katahdin
A Tour Without Virgil
The Ravished
Ideal
Daniel
My Dream House
The God of Spring
The (Last) Party
The Secret
The Other
This Wall
Summerfest
Little Night Music
Being and Its Skin
Grandma’s Silence
The Ruler of the Mirror
The Silent Dreamer
Keep It Simple
Canyon Dreams

 

 

The Geese Were Gone

It was a bright and sunny day
without a cloud on a breeze
to gussy up the sky and
without the flock of geese
that must have crashed into the golf
course somewhere very near
for the silence was so final
its camouflaged flames could sear
the eyes and slice the mind
trying to comprehend the flow
of motionless moments conveying
the end in a self-centered glow —
the cries of the fractured wings
could be painfully felt
in one’s own suspiciously uninjured
bones and immaculate pelt —
it was the end fermenting the end
or a pedestal for its display
nothing was moving
the geese were gone
it was a bright and sunny day.


  © Paul Sohar, 2011
 

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