Thursday, October 25, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: The Cranes 


THE CRANES

Ah, the cranes have turned
from the color of autumn

cornstalks to fly-away
grey. You know what

that means, and so do they.
It won't be long now.

Winter is a-cumen in.



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