Continuing to celebrate poetry in April. . .
One hundred dark-haired ladies in red silk kimonos twirl in the foggy sky between wakefulness and sleep, Swinging from each finger: one thousand origami cranes, a rainbow on each hand. In the cool silk moment they float before the sun burns through the mist. Delicate as balloons, their robes expand like umbrellas. The paper birds flutter in the clearing breeze and we listen for the rustling wings of Hiroshima.