Paper Airplanes
Wednesday, August twenty-fourth, 2022
One day, while I was sitting,
biting my nails,
I had a silly thought,
So I got out my phone
and I asked if you wanted to make a paper airplane
You said “sure,
why not?”
So we got our papers together
and laughed for an hour before we actually got to work.
I told you about my home
upon green mountains
deep in the south
and how we fold airplanes where I come from
and in turn, you brought cookies,
but you called them biscuits.
And when we finished
our airplane didn’t look like everyone else’s
it won't win any prizes
or change any lives.
But we made it together,
we laughed and smiled the whole time.
It’s beautiful
and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Even if that means it won't really fly.
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