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 When Shy Ran Away February 14, 2017 A Poem by Maya Angelou February 21, 2017 Alleluia, Alleluia April 19, 2018 Woke December 7, 2018 Meteor March 7, 2017 Stardust July 6, 2016 Tamale Pie October 27, 2016 Andy and Opie December 6, 2016 The Visitation December 20, 2015 How She Loves Me December 14, 2017
