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Geese

Epstein, My math teacher
liked to call me to the blackboard.
(He) said that my head is good only for hats,
(He) said that a bird with brains like mine
would fly backwards.
(He) sent me to tend geese.
 
Now, at a distance of years from this sentence,
when I sit under the palm tree
with my three beautiful geese,
I think that he was farsighted, my math teacher.
He was right,
 
because nothing makes me happier
than to watch them now
lunge (pounce) upon the bread crumbs,
joyful tails wagging,
freezing for a moment
under beads of water
That I spray them
with a hose,
Erecting their heads
And their bodies stretched then,
as if remembering faraway lakes.
 
Since then my math teacher has died,
together with the math problems
That I could never solve.
I like hats
and always at evening
when the birds return to the tree
I look for the one who flying backwards.