Argyll
by Sonya MacDonald
I watched him, often.
How he stood in the open doorway
with the garden and the sea beyond,
always somewhere else
faraway.
Little bird
migrates home to the same branch
each year
near the tidal loch.
I watched him, often.
How he stood in the open doorway
with the garden and the sea beyond,
always somewhere else
faraway.
Little bird
migrates home to the same branch
each year
near the tidal loch.
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