Broad-Winged Sarus Crane © Surazeus 2024 04 14 Too early in the morning of strange light for shadows to become new faceless souls who seek salvation from the falling bombs that blast their paradise to swirling smoke still hovering over fields of silver flowers decades after wild soldiers all went home. Angry helicopter in bloody sky rescues fallen angels from streets of fear who cling to fragile rope of memories while gliding over jungle of orange ghosts whose wails still echo on small radios in grocery stores on busy avenues. In college library in Oregon young woman studying history of the war, that Americans fought in Vietnam, still smells fish and salt of the surging sea when she rode with family in small boat to seek refuge in land of liberty. No dragons writhing in the silver sky bring power of lightning and rain to Earth except in network of electric lines that shimmer over streets streaming with cars, so she grins while typing computer keys to write her experience after the war. Explaining to white kids in the schoolyard that her name is pronounced Bik, not Bitch, Bich runs away and grips the chain-link fence to watch white helicopter in the sky that monitors traffic on the highway instead of bombing river villages. Sitting on stage in the smoky cafe, Bich strums guitar and sings enchanting tune, we climb the slope together on lush hill to lounge beneath the sprawling banyan tree and gaze at stars that twinkle in its leaves while mourning with the chirp of lonely birds. After emailing countless resumes to apply for accounting jobs in banks, but getting no callbacks for interviews, Bich changes her name to Beth Anderson, and accepts job offer within two weeks, so she sits in the river park and grins. Holding up her phone in the school show hall, Beth films her granddaughter Brenda on stage, dressed in ao dai dress made of yellow silk, perform elegant dance with bamboo fans as she sings folk song of the banyan tree, then turn into a broad-winged Sarus Crane.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, April 14, 2024
Broad-Winged Sarus Crane
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