{Inspired by the monoprint Five Tangerine Cranes at Dawn by Raymond Neher}

For Stephen Matlaga

A sonata in Crane Major greeted the morn,
And audience of golden carp subdued,
Saw sun and moon in gossamer veils
In ballet over watery surface.
I see our awakenings, our tenderness,
Mussed hair, coffee and cigarettes,
As if time had gone out for breakfast
And forgotten the rest of our lives. 

Dale P. Driscoll
San Diego
05 III 06