fleeting moments, many facets

numbers

hidden from the prying eyes of old familiars
far from prattling voices of the shoulds
I have become an origami master

yesterday I set four
brightly colored birds aflutter
in late evening twilight
last week seven tiny boats
scuttled out to sea
the new moon beckons to
my many petaled flowers
darkness broke the bloody dagger,
the shield, the sword

sixty-seven train cars stuffed
with memories and clutter
hauled out from the interior
sit empty
rusting in tall grass

thin origami papers blown free


- pb 2011 -