I have purple cranes from a friend’s wedding. They were all tied up in strings with beads and bells so pretty. I put them up my window – an illusion of being up in the sky. So close and yet so far. Glass between them and the clouds. Tied into place being taunted by the breeze and the glorious sunshine. Wings spread as though in flight but always stuck in the same place, anchored against will.
Saturday, August 1, 2009...2:15 pm
just like them
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