Crane

Somewhat broken 

A panpipe in F sharp as if

A distinct call from beyond all regular noise

From that wide winged bird

And this full grown balcony in a shady evening

Starts losing its iron bars

A huge stretch of green lush rushing  in

I almost like the protagonist of that Spanish film jump off into that deluge with legs impaired

And swim across the sea within with strength of the flapping wings

I could land into Cinderella shoes

In that protected portico

The golden capped morning mountains on the right side

The large lake with the long legged birds on my left.