Migration

Migrating Snow Geese in Pennsylvania
Photo courtesy of WabbyTwaxx via Birdshare

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Migration


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When the season ends, we flock South
to the house of unfinished poems.
Tired birds, we crowd in its rooms.

Though close enough, our wings
barely touch. They sweep the dust
off the floor, the cobwebs off the ceiling.

We have never tasted their full
wingspan. Sometimes we forget
we walked all the way to this place

before doors closed behind us.
Tame of heart, they call us, those
who have never

flown themselves, while we fill
the sunless air of this home
with feathers, each one airborne.

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First published in Radical Society, Fall 2006, Volume 32, Issue 3 (print edition only)

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