Bird
Center>A finely wrought origami bird,
each feather a flightless paperweight
each wing a flexion of stasis.
I wanted it to come to my hand,
when I thought about that
my fingers fluttered emptily
like paper sparrows.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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