Goslings

The goslings are adults already,
they’ve grown to full size and they’ve molted their down.
They fly like the wind, arrow-steady
prepared for departure, South Hemisphere-bound.
They’re pairing off down by the eddy,
the goslings. They're adults already,
the boys in tuxedos, the girls in long gowns.
I don’t think the parents were ready
to let little fledglings go out on the town—
but the goslings are adults already,
they’ve grown to full size and they’ve molted their down.


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