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Slender bodies, legs impossibly long, translucent wings: stranger than any daydream, the crane flies float through the trees.
Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Slender bodies, legs impossibly long, translucent wings: stranger than any daydream, the crane flies float through the trees.
Dave Bonta's short poem is a quiet moment of looking. The speaker watches crane flies, those delicate insects with bodies like threads and legs that seem far too long for them, drifting among the trees.
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