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I Don’t Recall Ever Seeing a Solo Goose

12/12/2015

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​​I Don’t Recall Ever Seeing a Solo Goose… What's he After?

​Flying… low and alone, overhead honking as geese do. This solo goose flew in quite spectacular fashion over my CAR. Lost? Or simply wandering on air, calling out to another or one of the many more gaggles of geese floating around this old city. Is he looking for his lost soul mate maybe seeking a new one? Perhaps searching for his lost flock, old friendships or something more simple maybe something to eat, see or do… I don’t recall having ever seeing a goose fly by solo. I found myself wondering just what this goose and I might get up to this morning… me for the most part, alone in CAR 29…

Driving… around in these little limestone circles picking up and yicketty yacking with all sorts of people as cab drivers do. At the risk of sounding like I’m tooting, dare I say, I do tool about in a spectacular fashion with ease around this old little city. Never honking but grilling my fares softly, simple conversations, peppered with questions. Am I like this goose also looking for, something? Perhaps just another story to tell, a new friendship or something as simple as something different to see. Maybe some sense of belonging? Or it’s really quite possible, there’s just nothing much better to do.

Being… of some form of good service may honestly be the only thing I should aim for. Certainly not the measly bits of money, dimes and nickles nor my new vaunted status, nor even a notoriety I once dreamed I was after. Simply starting each day down by the boatyard, watching my stars change position. Looking up at our moon and noticing a goose, flying solo quite spectacularly low, over my CAR. A sight that on this colder almost winter like morning really got me thinking; all these things I once got myself up to and into… I started laughing and smiling as I stood watching and listening to him honking… you know maybe, just maybe this smile and somewhat sharp and pointed chuckle, this laughter was all the silly goose was after… maybe me too, after all I am after.
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