Fifteen cranes walked by my window.

Maybe they strutted by —

or meandered by —

their ambulating motions

so different from the ones I make.

I’m uncertain what to call them.


The cranes were traveling north

in an orderly fashion

and then they disappeared.


Soon thereafter, they reappeared

and  moved beyond my sight again.


I wondered where they were

before they came within my sight

and where they went, as well.


I’ve done some people wondering, too

with lots more information.


But I find that they, too,

often disappear

and are no longer near me.

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