#154 ‘Origami’
They abandon the
origami frogs,
green, blue and
pink, for those new
kinds of origami
paper planes
to shoot at
crows and dogs and roofs.
Not frightened
enough by the future,
not even by the
future that’s behind them,
not rattled
enough by the road out of here,
the children
somehow do come back
each morning
when the siren goes
and the day
strolls out with its pockets full of prizes.
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