MARCH 20, 2018

March 19

 

March 19

 
Fifty five and sunny mid-afternoon
 

Two at a time,

as if on cue,

the floating geese

would look left then right,

dive their black bills

down just below the surface, 

tipping their bodies up toward

the cool blue sky

as if shaking 

crumpled white paper at the sun.

All the while, along the edges

of the marsh grass

two otters slid 

across the surface,

their glistening heads 

perfectly still,

ink pens drawing arrows

across the blue page.