A Flock of Geese

I see a flock of geese flying overhead
in a v formation.

thirty or forty of them.
I can hear them talking in their bark
like way.

what are we doing, the second one on
the left says
to the one behind him.

what do you mean what are we doing?

are we really flying south
for the winter?

seems silly. it's not even cold
out. maybe we should just go halfway
this year with global warming
and all.

the other one shrugs. I don't know.
i'm just going because I have
a friend in palm springs.

he's got extra room in a nest
on a golf course. says I can stay there
no problem.

the golf course is covered in
pieces of bagels
and cream cheese. loxs
and civilta fish. these people
take a bite and throw
it away. oy vey.

what do you mean exactly by these
people?

nothing, nothing. i'm just saying
you don't have to worry about looking
for worms down there.

I just don't see the point anymore.
we haven't had snow
or ice in ages.

i'm not as young as I used to be.
I've only go so many
miles left on these wings.
look at my feathers, do these
look like the feathers of a young bird?

you know
my uncle Al got hit by a drone last
year doing this, a younger goose in the third
row says. true story.

maybe we should go
part of the way this year,
the one says,
like stop in Charleston,
and check the long range weather
forecast. find a deli.

ahh, quit your kvetching, and
start flapping those wings
instead of your beak. we're
halfway there.