To Himself in April

(after Maurice Lesemann)

Ben Brenman Park, Alexandria, VA

The hard gray goose
is no longer hungry
a brief, living statue 
then boys arrive 
and ruin him.
He has seen tundra.
His moves do not
surprise you. 
These boys want
him clutched 
in their small
unforgiving hands. 
To feel the neck of him.
Perhaps he will escape,
perhaps into the lake.
What if the morning
forgives them for all
they will do?

 
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Eran E. Eads was born, raised, and excommunicated from a religious wilderness commune in central Alaska. E graduated from the Iowa Writers' Workshop and now teaches in the Washington, D.C. area.

Featured image by Derek Wright