There was a goose, grey and broken
on the sidewalk this afternoon. The sun
was trying to slice its beaky face in half.
It hissed like a balloon, maddened
by so many fractures. With three hours
between us the signal was iffy. You asked if I
could hear the popping, and I replied that
with so many fissures we’d need several
weeks to glue all of
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