Bay to Ocean 2020: The Year’s Best Writing from the Eastern Shore Writers Association
College Visits
…the geese revel in their wild migration,
honk and holler over one another, flapping
in sloppy formation, a V with stragglers,
a lopsided M, at intervals like flights
on a schedule. Even at 2 a.m. I can hear the exodus,
though all I can see from the window
are bare trees, black boughs on purple sky,
leaf buds waiting out the last frost.