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 Cutting Down the Paper Maple September 3, 2019 Walking on the Bluff a Few Days Before My Reunion July 29, 2023 The Rosary Confuses My Dogs February 1, 2016 Decide July 26, 2018 Robert’s Inurnment August 14, 2021 Uncle Wally is Ontologically Changed August 30, 2017 Pip and the Moon July 16, 2019 Alleluia, Alleluia April 19, 2018 Summer Day July 12, 2018 Jesus is Given as the Rain June 26, 2019
