Each year, i try to do the 30/30 poems in april, for National Poetry Month.
and each year, i come up short.
but each year, i keep trying...
"the folds that holds"
In every crease i press
with thumb along table
i keep a prayer for you
the kind of prayers not meant
to be buried in Venice Beach sands
hoping that the rain wills it to grow
not the kind of prayers released
in conversations that i have with myself
and carried by intruding breezes thru the window
these prayers are tucked safely
in each fold of cherry blossom origami paper
snugged by the hugs in the paper
hidden away so you can't find them
until my crane is made
and is ready to take flight again