liquor store roof

the radiator clanks. it is October and freezing. i look out the dirty window. a flock of geese is up there cutting through the pale sky in a long v. they make a hell of a racket. honking like stuck traffic. something in the dropping temperature tells their small brains to get out. they just know when a place goes dead. i take a swallow of warm beer and watch them fly over the liquor store roof.