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 Everybody’s High December 3, 2019 Alice Rose February 17, 2023 Letting Go of the Piano September 14, 2015 Beauty Calls US May 25, 2018 A poem I love by Kaylin Haught May 31, 2017 The Grand Canyon Compared to Bumble September 19, 2019 Gratitude March 10, 2022 The Cafeteria at the Museum July 22, 2018 Scythes June 26, 2022 Revising the Tree December 6, 2024
