Geese

My heart is closed for the season.
The geese, V, wintering.
Staples: meat and potatoes.
I go to the library to work
every day
I eat apples, for vitamins.
In other news, my story
is getting published in the Faraway Journal
in February.
Perhaps in the spring there will be ocean
again
and sunset, and homeless people;
there will be you
and shiver
and electricity.
But perhaps it will be too late
and this winter is the last one.