Sandhill Crane

poetry

I saw a sandhill crane yesterday
it flew with purpose and it
did not stop to look around
and it didn’t have to measure twice
before it cut once but I
am not a sandhill crane
nor can I fly nor can I exist
so precisely but I will
strive for both but I will
still measure twice every
time I’m about to make a
cut

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