a poem by Robert Beveridge

Therewere two birds lying

inthe puddle by the side of the road.

They'dbeen there for days.

One'slegs were entwined

inbarbed wire; the other

seemedto be unhindered.

Drivingby, one arm

aroundyou on the way home

froma movie

Wepass that puddle

Ilook at them lying there

andwonder

Howfar the bird had to fly

withbarbed wire on its feet

before coming to rest.

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