becoming involved

In Golden Gate Parka woman lies down with a goose.They stretch on their sides,they love each other.Rapt goose arches his spinethe way feathers can shuffle.People stop to stare.Bliss is terribly private.

When the woman turns away,the goose starts his odd mouthhonking and snapping at the air.He slowly crosses the moss trail,turns one blue eye back at his woman.Then quietly, deathly quiet,he puts one foot inand paddles away.

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