tie wings to your paper prayers

take paper, string and folding, you

consign your parchment birds to air.

With sunlight shining yellow through 

them like the fabled thousand paper cranes,

a thousand thousand folded golden panes

of paper lit like glass. 

Lifting light into themselves, they pass

diffusing sun

impossible in number, one by one

bent necks as slim as grass.

The coda of the story anyway, she sighs

the girl falls as in…

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don’t pray in rain

tie wings to your paper prayers

 take paper, string…