We are perhaps
like the plover
who made her nest
in the rocks
too close to the river’s
edge. The water
is rising rapidly.
We never
expected loss.
We almost
forgot that we
have wings.
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We are perhaps
like the plover
who made her nest
in the rocks
too close to the river’s
edge. The water
is rising rapidly.
We never
expected loss.
We almost
forgot that we
have wings.