The Call – a poem by Ash Dean

The Call Geese take wing in choral cacophony. .Each extending its…neck beyond the thump of its breast…As a quiet wake of backlit haze envelops the lake..With the first calls of morning they say—On ….they say—the way is long they say—and so— ……they say — ……………………………go— To be human is to witness. Each day you take […]

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