The Crane


The little paper crane sits on top of the radio

ready to lift up and fly around the apartment.

I folded it into existence. Now it sits, always sitting, sometimes tipped on one wing— What can I do?

I have everything. I have nothing. I am like the crane, folded and ready.

—Kathleen Kraft

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