January 20, 2015 Hallucinate Mirages In northern winter I saw the crane standing tall in the icy shallows Those dirty runoffs never drain tucked away between two rows For just that moment I saw the crane Growing grasses, plastic blows Driving past I had almost missed It wouldn’t be there said my brain In northern winter I saw the crane Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related Published by Luke Meyer Writer. Artist. Cartoonist. Poet. Author. Comedian. Creator. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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