Armine Iknadossian: Lost

in the cotton-mouthed morning
a red-crowned crane raises its beak,
watches the grey sky, recovers
from the miles left behind in the Far East

alone in the misty field of lilac,
today could be his last.
what wind could carry him home?
what promise of tomorrow?

Copyright Armine Iknadossian.
Used here by kind permission of the author.