Side Eye of the Sandhill Crane by Chanda Singleton Griesë Stopping traffic in rush hour Who do you think you are— Puffing your feathers, Strutting across the boulevard? Without a care in the world There's nothing you need While the world pushes forward At breakneck speed— Your outstretched neck Signifies a quiet dignity. The world can wait You remind me— That in this rush I let the world set the pace Beauty is left behind Concrete and steel replace More found on my Subtack here. |
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