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two strangers in the city forest

stand watching grey herons

three in a row in the cool shade


slowly the birds are forgotten

as one man swears refugees are lowering

his pension and the other says


softly he’s a human rights lawyer:

one man’s right wing and the other

left: two metal wings land


in a field of wildflowers

in eastern Ukraine and coal miners search

for fragments of


what was briefly

known as flight:

our human


remains. rebels

rush to hide

the evidence. why


do we shoot the flight

of our dreams from the sky?

a Bali guide book rests


beneath a sunflower.

no bird flies

with only one wing



from Dust Blown Side of the Journey forthcoming April 2017 (McGill-Queen’s University Press)