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Geese
by Sally Nacker
Three geese sit very still
at the edge of the pond,
on a little green hill.
She has never seen geese
so still. Still as the smooth stones
on the bank in the light breeze.
Stone-still in the noon air:
three geese in the grass near the water,
she thinks, in prayer.
Previously published in One Art: a journal of poetry—(Write it!)
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