Paper Cranes and Broken Wings

maxresdefault

Fold the square into four little squares
then like this and no, not like that.
Yeah, like that.

Two small bodies,
crouch forward together
with virginal heads bent,

knees kissing maple wood floor,
and tiny hands clutching onto
plum-cherry pink paper,
almost in the form of prayer.

She always made sure
I creased the folds
using just the tip of the
fingernail of my thumb,
or else “they’ll be ugly.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s