The trees crushed by the storm
are slowly dying, leaves still
waving in the fitful wind, like
the scraps of that road-killed
crane I saw on the roadside
waving helplessly as the traffic
passed it by.
are slowly dying, leaves still
waving in the fitful wind, like
the scraps of that road-killed
crane I saw on the roadside
waving helplessly as the traffic
passed it by.
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