Below the fold

We have been reduced 
to the size of 
half inch paper cranes

Each second resides 
on a petal of a cherry blossom

Each giggle resonates
in the lines of golden swirls

All cursive letters
from the dancing of fingertips
now lives in the folds of the body
Holding each crease in place
which replace
our own fold of the fold


We have been reduced
to the size of half inch paper cranes
which he has placed in the shoebox...

Tucked in the corner of a closet
where they fly freely in the dark.