TWO FOR THAT MORNING

1

Then came the cranes
Extensions of the wind

As if the air itself were tipped
With grace

That night     the cranes would fold
Their wings in sleep

The bubbles in their spirit levels
Would be marvelous ghost

Unguessed

2

The end of the flight is not death

A bird can perch on a cloud
If we have a mind for it

Eyes      at rest      can have
Their lives full

That morning the air in the bones of the cranes
Was not still

Even patience had a kind
Of iridescence

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