Always Looking Up
By birksy
So, the small crane can only look up, its peers are far above it, and when the wind blows, he feels the resistance this brings. And from the park I measure cranes, my thumb bent towards the grubby sky, and I know he looks at me, sitting, and wishes he were so. And when the night arrives, the crane hides away, he can't move like me, just avoids my eye, always looking up. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:39 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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