By Elizabeth Cunningham
two goldfinch fluttering up, down, on their own breeze
a firmament of Scylla flowers in the grass
iridescent understory in morning light
inside cinderblock cells, quarantined refugees
people who risked their lives to escape, imprisoned
where is the springtime for them, the promised new life?
turtles sun on every log in the beaver pond
surrounded by the reflection of cloud and sky
their shells are shiny, too, little domes of darkness
less freedom than dogs, walked through a park twice a day
their existence regarded as potential crime
who is protected, who abandoned to despair
the falling petals of a star magnolia tree
birds singing dawn and evening, courting and nesting
spring is here with its power to pierce or break hearts
every day I catalogue the beauty I see
so much suffering at such a remove from me
is it possible to bear witness honestly?
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