From the window, I watch two geese in the yard—one flies north; the other hesitates, flies south. Love, we haven’t loved in so long—
Because when I turn to a window, there’s always something in the air, not falling—a leaf in a current, a wisp of cotton; green
Shannon Castleton’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in journals such as The Cortland Review, Folio, Literature and Belief, and Sycamore Review. She is a