crane flies
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dancing through their lives
nine lost on the kitchen
wall spindly creatures
having fun never eating
only living to mate for one
season like our 60s
they float inside summer
settling briefly on wild
foliage all over the place
for the moment like
these past decades
knowing winter always
gestates their efforts
knowing spring always
hatches another cycle
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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