Details about poem
This is my best poetry pal Brant's suggested cut and i can see exactly why.
The original and much lengthier version is here .
i trust in the power of love
i believe in its healing tryst
i spread my arms and dove from its high jib
and for an instant
two cranes decorated the fine blue enamel
of jeweled sun and of unspoilt air and of fine water
through their trinity
like a cross-less Jesus
one crane falls