Poem for November: The Moon is a Wild Goose

The Moon is a Wild Goose 

© Lisa E. Coté

1.

the moon is

a wild goose,

autumn fires

gather wind,

oceans of moss

flood the cedars.

2.

the sea is

a shifting tundra,

whalebones

drift in sand,

moles breathe

in the earth.

3.

coyote sings

through the mist,

echoes of salmon

fly downstream,

wild geese swim

in moonlight.

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