Geese in Formation

You yourself are never an ending, / never collapse like the pinsetters’ set-up / or vanish like the smudged pencil

Profile of Tim Bowling

O uninspired tattoo of the lesser-than symbol,
tiny above the planet as a daughter’s barrette,
frayed chevron of the officer of the end of summer love,
I refuse to write the elegy you summon.

You yourself are never an ending,
never collapse like the pinsetters’ set-up
or vanish like the smudged pencil
of all my father’s strikes and spares.

You are only creatures
with somewhere to go,
called by the condition
of what you are

—blood, not wings,
the basis of all
flight and
metaphor.

Tim Bowling
Tim Bowling has published over nineteen books of fiction, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives in Edmonton.

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