Last week on the roof
of a skeleton beamed barn
-all siding gone-
a Canadian goose stood
throughout our tennis match
half a block away

All alone, watching
we knew not what,
​a silhouette in grey
until, just as we loaded up
into cars, another goose rose
from the bracken
and they both soared over

Now this week
a Caterpillar branded
earth mover
dug a hole and
the bones of the barn
were burned and buried
leaving only a goose memory
floating thirty feet
in the air