Last Wednesday
I managed to arrive at school early
with the sun still peeking over
the trees and ball field and stadium,
and because of the mist drifting
just above the ground,
and because of the huge presence
of the moon that had yet to find
its way below the horizon,
and because I was tired,
everything seemed to be a dream
that I could peel away,
a stray, half-waking moment,
a way back into a dream state.
I lost myself among a flock of geese,
gathered in the grass at the edge
of the chain link fences,
so many exclamation points,
strange and sociable, picking at worms.
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