Migration 1999

Geese fill a flat sky in wide threads.
Insistent cries ebb and flow
plough familiar grooves:
celestial song-lines

Among decaying redbrick propriety
that was once home
good Victorian values
quietly doze
in geriatric dream.

The seafront bracing as I sit
on the proud new municipal wall
legs dangling
gazing across sandy mudflats
to a distant tide.

Wheelchairs are wheeled
as the retired take daily promenades
hand in hand in neat polyester
while a thousand geese
pass unnoticed above.

Childhood memories enthralled
at the Autumn spectacle
and the unspoken longing
to be with them on their wild way.

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