Winging It by Stan Long

in September did she
fly south
with the cranes
cries carried far
telling as they flew
the roof-tops
---in v's
it was not over yet
did she wish me well
---the schism
between the beloved
and the living I
into the night
wave at my departing
it is the end I think
on wings
what better way to go
in the company of
in September
a date we'll keep again
I'll know her by
those voices in the

Published in Linnet's Wings Winter Issue, 2013

Cranes Flying South in September

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