by Adam Haver

A train of geese
tugged
by an invisible
hand,
along a track
of stars.

They sound like
gossip,
if gossip had
wings,
and complained
of wind.

Adam Haver is a poet living in the Rocky Mountains. His poetry received the Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry and an award from the Utah Division of Arts & Museums. His writing has been featured in Popshot Quarterly, Poetry Scotland, Ballast, and elsewhere. He is deeply interested in wolf conservation and enjoys exploring languages by translating their verse. You can connect with him on X: @ac_haver.