whirling clouds

 astonished, i drove, 

braked,

 and looked and looked

 snow geese

amidst their larger cousins

 everywhere, in dizzying clouds

i parked behind

that car dealership

whose owner dug this pond

 on my road 

and there,

amongst the canada geese,

the snow geese.

every time i hear that story

of the snow goose on embattled english marshes,

but here 

 they bunched into groups

 keeping in the water

 where, perhaps, they retained

a little more mobility?

 now swimming

after that huge kaleidoscope

 settled down

and oh they were loud! 

all of them, see those snowy ones

with their mouths open?

 perhaps they'd just left the field across the road

where a little corn might scatter around

waiting to feed these late movers

or happy winter feasters

whichever they are.