Thursday, June 4, 2009

Remembering the Crane

Came a crane---large, slow, level, low, close, gray.

Each downward wingpump pushed 5 cubic feet of air out of the way as the crane moved along its path over the water. How can wings that slow keep a bird that size aloft? And it was silent.

A farewell gift from the bay. I drove home all day spinning Ch 11 and remembering the crane. dkm

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