Wading low through marsh and grass, quick and cautious, the crane, too, knows this: there is a freedom in submitting to another. Cranes mate for life. With necks outstretched, they take flight, a double-arrow’s stab of silver, released and then gone. I have searched for nourishment in you, like a long black beak in the earth
Second Empire, Richie Hofmann
Second Empire, Richie Hofmann
Second Empire, Richie Hofmann
Wading low through marsh and grass, quick and cautious, the crane, too, knows this: there is a freedom in submitting to another. Cranes mate for life. With necks outstretched, they take flight, a double-arrow’s stab of silver, released and then gone. I have searched for nourishment in you, like a long black beak in the earth