Fills with capsized migrant boats
And the barbed cages just south of here
Fill with migrant children
Actually they’re all over the country
While some are sent back alone
I watch the white heron migrate
From the pond to the lake every morning
From the lake to the pond every night
Not a night I don’t think
Of those drowning migrants
Or those crying children
Not a morning I don’t go out
To scatter seeds on the ground
For the red finches and the happy sparrows
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