In flight, the comedy of a goose ceases. Lumbering
abdomen, busybody neck, even the honk
sustains the lift. Honk says: it’s okay,
scoot back, I’ll take the wind, the hinge
of the V. 

Success, succor. The success of goose
is geese, the group’s succor. Goose,
you. Geese, we, an agreement not to secede.
And brusqueness, just
the honk, the link, the contract of interaction.

—Abby Gambrel, Madison, WI