I’m paper
–thusly stationary–
but long to fly
) no aviary (
to limit flight
but wild and free
as uncaged bird is what I’d be…
my first attempt
to Wright
–went wrong
I rolled in spit
and shot through straw–
and took a hit
when backdraft blew,
that spitwad back
in lieu of flew…
on second flight
I fared no better,
becoming kite
the size of letter
–head, but several excess tales
/// assured ///
the worded kite would fail…
I turned within
and puffed hot air!
hoping to set sail from there–
sky lanterns can burn up on high
but frilly me, was shy a light
I tried so much!
no lie—the fax,
diminished me
to toned syntax,
and missing matter
messed the mark
no–faxing proved a disembark
…
of snail mail
I wasn’t fan
and fanning femme
was not my plan,
andcrimpedandcramped
my disposition
–bent like hell //
and still
transition
from blotter to a soaring swan–
eluded me
‘til pollygone
of fan I made
but would not hold,
inspired what was final fold
and taking on a brand new hobby,
I taught myself to origami
pleating in a new-learned crease
–a doubled over, time release—
changed paper me
to quilly flier
note to self:
paste Post-its higher…
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