ORIGAMI
What I remember most
are your delicate
fingers
creasing the edges
folding and turning
twisting and shaping
the everything of anything
you touch
into all the different animals
of creation
until finally and at last
we rest warm in your creaseless palm
panting and thumping
with life
almost as beautiful
as you
with your angular jaw
and your intimate lines
you set us free
like paper sparrows
Today in your absence
I am falling…
an unraveled leaflet
wingless and helpless
spinning and swirling
to the ground
your diligent hands
your careful expression
still folding and creasing
in your heaven
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