by Sara K. Penrod
Saturday, March 30, 2002
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with thanks to Jimmy Buffett
Anne slumps in her lawn chair,
tapping the toe of her grass-stained Keds against frozen mud
to the beat of a Jimmy Buffett song.
Geese honk as they fly to the South,
inviting her to join them.
He went to Paris,
lookin' for answers to questions
that bothered him so.
Anne wonders if Paris knows
answers to why
she can never find home.
A few straggling geese are silhouetted
against the gray clouds.
Anne remembers reading somewhere
that they will never abandon
an injured goose during migration.
Anne rises, shoving the plastic chair
through the door of her rusted RV.
She turns the key in the ignition
and steers out of the Iowa trailer park,
heading south only a few minutes
behind the geese.