A FLOCK

The cranes slowly gather
one upon another
upon still another,
wings unfurled,
invoking senbazuru,
each one of a whole,
each threatening to fly off
in ten directions, and none.
Still others, sit around,
patiently awaiting completion
of their senbazuru,
uncertain of, uncaring
for, its arrival.

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