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 Really Here August 26, 2016 Crazy Cake August 31, 2016 Stardust July 6, 2016 Uncle Wally Gets the General Idea June 21, 2017 Angel August 5, 2016 Uncle Wally Feeds His People September 9, 2017 Prayer February 8, 2018 The Visitation December 20, 2015 Tamale Pie October 27, 2016 Beauty Calls US May 25, 2018
