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The Turnstone



There is this bird, beautifully patterned,
black and white, and brown,
a small bird, smaller than a thrush or blackbird
that breeds on the Arctic tundra
and then  flies here to New Zealand every spring.
  
and here am I, just
turning over stones.

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