Suddenly-- in the middle of what was the only green and subtle meadow that I knew, a dozen cranes or so with jagged wings settled their legs in beads of old snow. 5 A dozen heads or so with accentuated necks, are staring me again, down twenty-four years like eyes, and I begin to see;-- they are stained so white that I think their wingtips cannot be as black as they are. Then, and slowly, their wide arms begin to beat 10 until legs like straws let their linkages down above the lush wave that presses my throat so I cannot think except to gaze at their feet not touching the earth the least.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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