Soon the Goose Must Fly Again
He feels no fear, knows what to expect.
He will crap on people in the park.
And just miss Justin in his limo.
The errands are forever urgent.
No more wasting time with the Flying Nuns.
He knows his flights have been slightly
off course lately. The winds have become
unpredictable. He’s still proud of his plumage.
Just a bit more grey around the beak now.
Bhat should soon be looking for a gosling.
So he can fly off to an elegant golf course,
near an ocean somewhere. Start writing
about his life on canvas.
Elsa Fischer comes from the Netherlands, studied Art History at Carleton University, Ottawa, lived and jobbed on four continents and currently lives in Switzerland’s capital where she is a “yelpie” rather than a “woopie”. She tries hard to convey her love of poetry to the natives and is a member of a workshop for expats. She has two pamphlets in the UK and poems published in magazines and anthologies. She endeavours to age with grace
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