Firekeeper47

i. i used to think that lone geese in october skies                     were mistakes; an error of wingbeats, miscalculations of the wind raw cries and heavy feathers swept upwards, on beyond Autumn the matchmaker’s                     deft fingers. ii. but here we are,              people. linked with golden chains       and paper wishes, popcorn and licorice, forgetfulness and condoms marching two by two. iii. sugar/semen stains on tawdry velvet-- i see no need for so many