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 Misreading Darwin September 17, 2018 A Story in the Desert December 13, 2016 Falling Back June 30, 2015 O Lord My God My Pelican September 7, 2015 Uncle Wally Gets the General Idea June 21, 2017 Alleluia, Alleluia April 19, 2018 The Only Story You Tell September 14, 2016 When I Go Away I Am Afraid August 1, 2019 When Shy Ran Away February 14, 2017 Driving Away from Shotpouch November 16, 2018
