What I remember most

are your delicate



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

    What do you think?

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