Poem: Origami.

Origami.

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I watched it

Flipping in the gutter,

A flash of creamy wings

Seeming to fly

But only for a second.

My heart was caught

Helpless like the bird

That showed itself to be

An old discarded wrapper

Empty at the roadside.

It’s not the first time

That I’ve been fooled this way,

But careless origami

Still looks to be

Just like a wounded bird

To me.

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