Monday, March 2, 2009

Paper Planes

Air under my wings
paper wings flapping
windswept sweeping of my nose
I lean forward too too much
tip to the ground and dive

I close my eyes because I don't want to see
the ground surge up at me

I do not lift back up at the last lovely light
I crash face first into a cold new existence
I breathe that refreshing breathe

I suck it in
I wake up
My eyes pop
I say
I do.

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