We were talking about magic
as we drove along a crowded
Sunday highway
when the whirl of wings
made me turn
and a flock of geese
flew over our car
so low I could see
their feet tucked under them.
For a moment the rustle
of their presence over our heads
obscured everything
and as they disappeared
you said,
"I see what you mean."
"Magic" by Jenifer Nostrand, from Bless the Day: Prayers and Poems to Nurture Your Soul, edited by June Cotner. © Kodansha USA, 1998.
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