It's Poem in Your Pocket Day! Print multiple copies of this poem and keep one copy in your pocket, then scatter the rest.
Leave them on your desk, or on the train. Put them in the lunch room. Hand them to strangers or friends. Share them liberally.
Migration
The police squint
into the glare on the water looking
for small boats. On a clear day
the lightkeeper sees all the way
to Algeria. Over his sofa
hangs a tapestry woven
by his grandmother from red
human hair. Only the birds
travel without papers.
Though often now
their tiny legs
when they perch
on the lighthouse railings
are colour banded.
by Eleonore Schönmaier
courtesy poets.ca
The League of Canadian Poets
The League of Canadian Poets
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