Geese fly by, honking overhead Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky A great river flows nearby Geese fly by There I am in my state in my town There I am in my backyard Spade patting ghost worms down Back into their corridors, new salted with bone Here I go calling out your name At three AM this first night, hard frost Two of us facing off From opposite sides of the bed Minerals seeping in, seeping out Every time we in or exhale No clouds only jet trails Every time Geese fly by, honking overhead Leaves pitch like kites across a green sky A great river flows nearby Geese fly by Geese fly by Geese fly by