Thursday, February 17, 2011

Six Lives of Paper

I.

Riding the wind
as she blows through the valley.
A lost note passing by.
 
II.
  
Smooth as the green of a leaf;
born tough as sandpaper to skin.
In a single lifetime, numerous forms it will take.
 
III.
Flat on the table, almost invincible;
an ant compared to those around.
  
 IV.
 
Slim paper to thick chair.
Sit here a while, flip pages in a book,
while you burn things made of the same
in the fire.
It is all around you.
 
V.
 
Placed here and there by
many hands.
Rip it apart, fall to the trash.

VI.

Windblown to the snowy bank;
Stuck.
Lights pass, no one to retrieve.
Soon to be covered by fallen snow;
gone by morning.

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