The red-crowned
crane dances
between barbed-wire–
many ghosts
are waiting
to be set free.
Fly to them;
the ones who
never lied.
Neither moon
or sun but
steady in the sky–
love comes not
as you want
but as it will.
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rlmcdermott 
Such short but sharp lines. The imagery is both vivid and intelligent, as if the visuals have their own depth to be explored, per line. I adored this piece.
Thank you so much!