Abdim's Stork
Go gliding
Over Africa's faithful horn
By
The Master's wind:
Turning,
Banking,
They follow
The battered coastline.
Sweeping,
In grace-filled strokes,
Then,
Buoyantly rise
To cross Bab al-Mandab
In time for
Dawn in Yemen.


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