Origami Legends

She has a brain full of legends. She has a whole heart full of legends. Shaped by summer’s yellow collar bones She caresses a sepia hued image to her breast And recites memories in her sleep. Legalistic hellions Stalk her sharp scent, And legalistic hellions Seek to kidnap her , And legalistic hellions Cry illustrious hymns along canyons Speaking amongst themselves Into the jagged patterns fashioned by Her legends. And the sepia hued image, frozen Insinuates that her legends were honest legends. She knows they were never born of classic fiction at all, But that they had been fostered by her own life. The sepia hued image lies lifeless During a subtle, summer evening Reciting memories.