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 0 Facebook Twitter Google + Pinterest previous post Going Fishing next post The Feast of St. Lawrence You may also like What We Weigh February 15, 2018 The Only Story You Tell September 14, 2016 Woke December 7, 2018 Uncle Wally Fades Away October 25, 2017 Uncle Wally Hears a Knock August 16, 2017 The Owl and the Thrush August 17, 2016 Falling Back June 30, 2015 Alleluia, Alleluia April 19, 2018 Proof January 31, 2017 Walking with my Brothers to Lookout Point on Our Father’s Birthday October 12, 2018
