The Parade 

Winged migrants glide home
to the chosen lake-
year after year
fledglings with,
for two years,
then fly-
goslings appear on a trail
carved through water

Like the warriors 
broken bodies,
broken 
march home-
to waiting, outstretched arms
year after year
marry the girl
baby boom nine months to day

Touch is the piece toward healing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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