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Down South

There is no South
to return to

there is no need
for you to return.

If they could
even the sparrows

would leave. The
sparrows who know

nothing of travel
who migrate each day

in a hundred small
directions, hoping

somehow to gather
and arrange into a line

all the available
scraps of flight

–1992

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