Hoping to Arrive
By Richard Levine A barking arrowhead of geeseshot the moon on a rainy night.Warm and dry in our dreams, we heardtheir barks and wet-feathered crossing,and shivered and held each otheragainst their miles of drenching risk. They could have been war or climaterefugees, fleeing from the ruinsof once happy, fruitful lives.Or like us, glimpsing ourselves inshop