by Lisa Marie Brodsky
The whooping cranes are now in Tennessee,
the radio announcer said.
Theyre following a small airplane
across the country: Operation Migration.
How easily their abandoned hearts
must have turned toward the steel bird,
looking for a mother, guide, mentor.
Much in the same way, I flip through
my address book in search of the women
whose bosoms are big, whose arms
wrap around, perhaps who still lactate.
The whooping cranes
are North Americas
most endangered bird. I see them
they all follow me in
the azure sky while I soar above
towns and cities.
They follow me in hopes that
one day Ill be able to take care of them.
My fear is that we shall all
become endangered together; fly through
a cloud and
not come out the other side.
Posted on 12/31/2006
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