trying to be realistic

She had so many geese

that she would hide her sorrows inside pillows

made of geese feathers

if she was sad,

but she wasn’t, 

and she bought ticket to a ship

to sail to Paraguay

to hunt more geese by the sea

 - but there’s no sea in Paraguay,

her friend said, and she said,

you’re spoiling my dreams,

and she became really sad, 
and she tore the pillows, 
and the feathers flew away, 

and they had to carry her

to the cemetery for a semester,

and to loose weight, and more hair,

and to die, eventually   .

And the rains started to fall

for months, as if to sympathize her loss of hair

which was golden by the way,  

or to synchronize the story

or symbolize something bigger,

or apologize on behalf of her unthoughtful friend,  

or to help the birch grow,

to produce birch sugar to give her comfort,

or more shares to the shareholders of the birch sugar company,

and the sea grew

until it was in Paraguay. 

But the ticket to the ship, they said,

was already expired.