Sunday, March 20, 2011

Origami


The sketch is etched. And the remains are torn. Of a plane. Or a bird.
The words engraved and the walls cut.
The graves dug.

In a show of hands,
The hands will move in awe
To applause
The brilliance of the incision.

But.
the cards have something else to reveal.
The petals and rainbows,
To say the least.

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