Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Cranes in August

- Kim Addonizio

They clutter the house,
awkwardly folded, unable
to rise. My daughter makes
and makes them, having heard
the old story: what we create
may save us. I string
a long line of them over
the window. Outside
the gray doves bring
their one vowel to the air,
the same sound
from many throats, repeated.
from: Poets Against the War, Sam Hamill, Sally Anderson, et al, ed.

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