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Streaks of greyish cloud above the lovat hills

on the far shore attenuate the sunset

with striations of orange and yellow.

For a moment clouds part, and the sun

radiates a shearing silver like some

Turner landscape, or Wagnerian

allegory. And, as if on cue,

with a suddenness that shocks, amazes,

from the hidden lagoons amongst the reeds,

multiple flocks of geese rise calling, flying

towards the river’s mouth, fluttering shadows

receding into dark.




© Copyright David Selzer
1 Response
  • Naomi Cortes
    February 26, 2021

    A poem that invited me to read it out loud, my measuring stick. The movement within nature, she is never still, was gorgeous. Thank you.

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