The Children

**"Nostalgic"** *Jar of feathers becoming, finally, another map: cloistered homage to a decade of geese haunting the grid of our steadfastness. Un-find the coveted ibis; kiss the scarlet of the robin's blurred departure. In the end, we were landmark, compass, same as the lingered-over pond, the marsh where cattails remained when all else left. Ragged in salt, cloud-headed.* **Paula Bohince**'s poems have appeared in *The New Yorker*, *The Nation*, and *Poetry*. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Amy Clampitt Trust, and the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, and an Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship.