A Fine Line

This poem was inspired by a wild Canada Goose who — despite losing his leg to fishing line — is still standing.

slender tendrils — flexible, bending to our will

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nature’s fibers cradle feathered bodies, hold earth together, raise flower cups in a vibrant toast to buzzersby

while (hu)manmade lines lurk in waters, snare and entrap indiscriminately, sever limbs from bodies and loved ones from each other

small hairlike threads, both — capable of such enormity

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