Paper Airplane


paper-airplane

Swoosh, I am the air
my edges wrinkled but workable.
I aim for heads, for startled mouths.
I stretch to fill the void of wind,
circle, circle, I am the hawk in flight
until..until..
gravity ruins my plans,
and I falter..
downward plunge
into a coffee-mug,
cause if I have to crash,
I am taking aim at a target,
no matter how ill-fated.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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