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  • Writer's pictureJubilee Lipsey

Paper Wings

Updated: Dec 5, 2019

Paper airplanes

Are childhood dreams


Spun and bent and folded

All at home.

Crisp and new-white blankness

Creased into points and edges

For flying.

The yard is a launch base

The pond is an ocean.

The road is a canyon

For crashing.

But no one minds that.

No one minds the crooked wings

The lopsided dips and rolls

Nose-diving midair.

All anyone sees

Are determined paper birds,

Sunlight spinning off their wings.

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