Travelers
For The Mag.
They flew in from far and near bearing tales
Of love, of sorrow, of joy
Flying into familiar skies did not help them
Forget the fires of strife
Or dearth of bread.
They pecked from my hand
And told me their stories,
Flapping their wings
Remembering those distant lands,
While the fish in
Rocky pools awaited the tide
To turn.
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