I have staked out

a sliver of an acre

in this king-sized country

where I am held carefully in the dark

like the opening quotes

and the first few words of a song –

through the open window

I can hear the world as it grows lighter,

I hear sandhill cranes trilling to each other

as they take off or land,



from the gravity of the earth

until the day they’ll join it

for good.

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