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Spring Morning

Even warmer air muscled in at 3 a.m. and where it pushed against clouds heavy with snow melt and wing beats there flashed white light, charges pin- balling across the cotton ball night. And in that loopy dream fringe time … Continue reading

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Nebraska

Six sandhill cranes land in a field ringed by cottonwoods. Dry grass, wind-combed cornstalks, thin snow rind in fence shade. Chain clanging on a metal flagpole, Oglala drumbeat. Weak sun setting, half moon rising like me without you on New … Continue reading

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Cranes

Already April and still I had not heard the cranes. Wendy said they were back, just not to our field. I wondered about them all night. What had happened to the breeding pair that comes to our field every summer? … Continue reading

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