THE CRANE AND I

The crane and I walked along the edge
of a nearby lake
and connected
in a silent way —
or so it seemed.

It was morning
and a time
I think about
what might unfold.
Perhaps the crane
thought about that, too.

He looked at me
(a stranger to his habitat)
and decided I was of no use
and began to wade in the water
and away from me.

I felt rebuffed.
But I’ll return tomorrow
and tomorrow
and I’ll wear him down
‘til he gets more friendly.

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