Flying and honking in their wavy greater-than sign
gronking about how this city is noisier and more frightening, more dangerous
yet much greater than your quiet town
way down valley.

Those geese returning next spring with
their mates for life,
toggle the message north
honking your country roads and short coffee lines,
congenial bowling alleys and unfettered 4-lane passage ways
between big box stores and lube shops,
much greater than my gravel strewn siren alleys
and Rembrandts and complex cocktails made in
minimalist bars, full of racket and good cheer, loneliness
and triumph over loneliness.

June 2007