AS IN LIFE

Two crumpled pieces of paper collapse

to the floor like exhausted dancers.  A light

breeze pushes them together as they creak

and stretch in unison.  The compact energy

contained within the tightly bonded folds begin

to unevenly release, resembling the sound of

mice running across a sandy floor.

 

They slowly turn again as the eye of the

fold blossoms, then abruptly stop.

 

As in life, some folds are not to be undone.

 

 

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