Migration

As they flew to the coast
the mist and the wind took them.
Where should they go?  They had come so far.
The fishermen saw them, tumbling past their fingers.
They watched the waters close.

The waste, the waste.  We would have loved you,
welcomed you in, learnt your bright words.
By the lit window, we would have fed you.
We would have shown you birds.       

Alison Brackenbury

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