Folding
Folding chairs
Folding sheets...napkins and
self
Tuck the ruffled edges...the creases
the bound corners deep
Hide them in the formation of perfect squares and
Straightforward lines
Slowly..carefully smooth out the visable top layers
till like a smooth as glass sea on a pale October morning
All remants and reminders of froth ...foam and fury
are forgotten in the haze and daze
of molten light reflecting only off the surface
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2018
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