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 Meteor March 7, 2017 Crazy Cake August 31, 2016 Assume Everything April 26, 2019 Really Here August 26, 2016 All the Branches January 3, 2017 Malta May 18, 2017 Stardust July 6, 2016 The Sweetness July 13, 2022 A poem I love by Kaylin Haught May 31, 2017 What Moves Between May 17, 2018
