C.R. McArthur: Last Migration
Last Migration
(for ADH)
At night
and in dreams
the fish in me
thrashes about.
It would be set free
to swim the Murray
one last time.
At dawn
the bird in me
calls to be released.
It would
cross the great
wilderness of sky
and return home.
C.R. McArthur
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