crowned crane by Jane Schnetlage
Crane your neck. See
them overhead, closing in
on a turquoise preserve pond so
clear a bird once disappeared into the
sunset sky, believing he was diving for red-
gold schools of fish beneath sparkling waters.
Each ~ as distinctive as a desert flower ~ lifts up,
up in blended creation to paint the horizon at migration.
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My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.
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