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Straphanger Traveler of endless journeys with your backpack of old love letters, I'll walk with you. Take me to your meadow with its sun-stopped twilight sky. We can't see the night bird in his tree or the vole lost in the grass. No others are in sight, the meadow is resting. A small eden, so strangle-hugged by time that there is only one horned owl left and he too is leaving with your heart in his beak. © Crane 2003 |