mother goose

the mother goose
hissed at the
passers-by, neck taut and
throbbing, protecting the four
goslings
sipping from the puddle behind
her, as a cool wind wafted in from
the
sound and a high sun
punctuated
the blue sky at the cross of
Weed
and
Waterbury streets. It
made one man
passing
miss his mother,
as was
the
design.