Columbia Heights Cranes

On one leg you perch, day in, day out.

Swivel on your body, stretch out your neck, drop your head, you pick and place.

In constant motion or constant stillness, you are there, ever present.

Columbia Heights did not see you for decades, and yet now your swarm. Or flock.

Welcome to this hilltop perch. Enjoy your stay. Leave soon.

You are beautiful but portend horrors we only now start to see.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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