I wanted to borrow a poem from a poet—any poet—to go with these images of a stump I found in Grant Park on a morning walk. But I couldn’t google anything up that would speak to this: 152 YO [...]

I took this picture– tall, grey crane (Gray?) casting a long shadow (Snapped?) a moment after the giant bird leapt from the bank of the pond (into mid-flight) Paddling the waves of the wind [...]