Poem: Two Canada Geese

Two Canada geese...
fly parallel to me...along the line...
where the ocean meets the shore...
as one cries out...and the other answers...
in distressed tones...
knowing that two...can never make a "V"...
and looking for friends...
to help them make sense of flying...
within their particular cultural pattern of flight...
I hear them...wishing I could help...
but as much as I would love to fly...
even out of formation...
I have enough trouble as it is...
trying to distinguish...
which one is the honker...
and which one is the honkee...