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Flying With Wet Wings
For Martin Wallner, 1955-2001

 

If we could calibrate the weight
of our sorrow, our grief
we could shrug it, shuck it, shake it
like dogs swirl rain off coats
soggy from a wet walk.

We would then be light, downright giddy
from the sense of loss
of the sense of loss.

I watched a chevron of geese
fly through heavy rain
their inner gyros set for south.

How hard, I thought
to fly with water-weighted wings.
They've no alternative to nature's flight plan.
And so they fly.

The chevron wavered,
the leader dropped back
for respite.
Another took
its place
and they were gone. 

Marilyn Wallner

Marilyn Wallner is an unapologetic memoirist who uses a pre-World War II manual typewriter.

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