Paper Cranes

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Rain pricks dully
The silver washed leaf

Dripping mineral green paint
Beads on a brown ochre wood

I’ve wondered at taking rain
Sliding its cool fingers

Through my hair and crusty bark
Forming pools at my feet

For the spirits to drink
Its soothing beauty

Like delicate paper cranes
A thousand little chimes

The singing of my hair
And the paper cranes glide

Across the still kingfisher blue
Mirror of water





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