My latest five-line poem, which incidentally, I did uncharacteristically without music, and based off of the first cup of coffee in the morning. Coffee power! Also, it was one of those fun eureka moments you find only with poetry, where somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew “gander” was also affiliated with geese in some way. And then it clicked.
Take a Gander
Memories are the stale bread crumbs making me chase your shadow,
like feeding crumbs to a gander, not toxic, but not enriching, either.
Look this way, they demand. Nibble a little here. i do as they wish.
until my stomach is full, and i’m scrunched up on the shore of the water
unable to swim anymore, unable to remember what it is to swim.