In Duplicate and Other Poems

The geese at Boy's Town,

Canadians, catholic in nature, flying overhead. enjoy their higher
power, honking good-naturedly, like passersby on Dodge Street, each
striving to take the lead.

The geese at Boy's Town, Catholic in nature, like skydivers, drop down among the stalks and husks,
wings flapping, light as feathers, to feed on scattered corn, leftovers, fattening
against the cold.

The geese at Boy's Town, enjoy their unposted sanctuary, safe from nature's hidden alarms,
safe from hunters' deadly aims, safe among us, passersby, pursuing our
day's rewards.