On the Road Home

Stopping
on the side of the road
to take a break
from the whirr of the chain
and the strain of legs
turning cranks against hills,
I lean against the fence and listen.

Nothing. Soundless.

And then,
wind through leaves
and the honk of a goose
rising over white pines,
followed by the honks
of dozens more
passing overhead
in the direction of home.

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