On Either Side

by Jim Farfaglia

 

Yesterday, in the middle of the lake,

they bobbed over gentle ripples,

riding atop reflections

on the last day of the year.

 

Everybody was honking at once,

gossiping about the year’s triumphs,

of love gone north or south,

of those who took their final flight…

 

Today, as dawn breaks,

I hear their call again,

starting from that lake,

then passing overhead –

 

their honks loud and clear,

crying out for this new journey;

riding on the tail wind

of the first day of the year.

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