Jan/Feb 2020 Poetry Special Feature

Paper Crane

by Landen Parkin

Borrowed image

Paper Crane

The other day I found that paper crane from long ago,
folded from stock pulp printings of sensationalized news,
the death of society was held softly in the hands of a child
who wanted to turn it into something sweet, some soft art of love.

Folded and painted to capture the feeling of pastel sky of the west,
mustard and marigold laid warmly on horizon,
below humble nuzzle of nurturing moon,
where cranes and youth and nostalgia slowly bloom.


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