Neat, even and carefully folded paper
tempts me halfway
to make a titanic
out of the intended paper plane.
in the flow of my thought
steps up and decides to wear
wings on the foolscap of my diligence.
away from our
they glide over waters
with a take away lesson:
tall mast with a boat underneath
will forever be a shifty proposition.
Boats come without the sense to learn
the art of gliding
their hulls soak in headstrong waves
and end up making epics of unrequited love.