swirling in the morning sky
the geese
in tight formation
honking
honking
move pointedly
towards
some destination
known only to them
confident and purposeful
free
coasting along with the gusting wind
returning?
leaving?
do they even think of it that way
these vagabonds of the skies?
my heart follows them as
they disappear
into the blue
vastness
heading home
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