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

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