He turns his gaze on me

Craggy eyes deep as wishing wells


Dawning on his shaggy face


His mouth opens

He shouts

Green words that sound

Like wind and geese

© 2015 Michael McCormick

All rights reserved

This poem appeared in Talking Stick Volume 24

© 2021 by Michael McCormick

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