The telephone rings late at night
and the beautiful woman I wish to be in love with
greets me with hello
making my heart go pitter patter.
Her words are punctuated by percussive raindrops
going pitter patter on the rooftop.
as she tells me excitedly she can hear a flock of geese
The storm clouds are too thick
to allow the flock of migrating birds to be seen
but she holds the phone out the window
so I can hear them honking.
What is a flock of geese doing
in the middle of the desert?
What if the clouds part and reveal nothing,
but the honking continues
is there such a thing as geese ghosts?
The beautiful girl says good night
and wishes me pleasant dreams
as the rain slowly stops
and a gentle snow begins to fall
plummeting far too soft for either a pitter or a patter,
snow descending and covering the earth
in a magical blanket
with giant flakes as big as goose feathers.
Gary Every, Arizona, USA