Poetry I Know Where This Goes August 10, 2016 A scrap of spruce bark exactly like a puzzle piece. Two rounded edges and a scoop. I know where this goes. A line of geese. A burst of wind, fanning the surface of the bay. I Know Where This Goes was last modified: July 31st, 2016 by deaconcanderson naturepoetry 1 Facebook Twitter Google + Pinterest previous post Going Fishing next post The Feast of St. Lawrence You may also like The Rosary Confuses My Dogs February 1, 2016 The Ordinary Way October 28, 2015 Daffodils March 21, 2017 Really Here August 26, 2016 Come, My Soul November 3, 2016 My Heart is Like a Shallow Ford March 22, 2022 Now I See July 17, 2019 The Pilot Whale October 21, 2022 Andy and Opie December 6, 2016 Uncle Wally is Tempted by Evil Spirits July 19, 2017
