the snow geese in conway might not be geese at all

 

Constance Bacchus

 

 

they might be swans from a
russian fairy tale flying around
w/a borrowed lake as they land
on the much flooded valley of
green below little mountain spaced
off of I-5 close enough to party
on the beach w/oysters & crab
off of march’s point they throw
dice go to the casino run like a
girl in burlington see the tulip
festival pick up ice cream in fir
island under cotton balls of blue grey 

the snow geese are munching on
thanksgiving lefse in stanwood
hunting for glass globes entertaining
people driving home w/a
curtain of ah! as they rise 

 

 

Constance Bacchus lives with her daughter in the Pacific Northwest near Grand Coulee Dam. She has writing in or forthcoming in City Brink, Revolute, Salmon Creek Journal, Dreich, Cirque, Shrub-Steppe Poetry Journal and Cathexis Northwest. Her first poetry collection is named Lethe (Cyberwit, 2020) and a second one is due out soon. She has some writing at Them Dam Writes Online.