Origami

Sometimes you wanted to send flowers.
There was a birth. Twins maybe.
Sunlight on the piano. Dust
On the photo frame. Her fingers.
Her smile.
But they forecast gales out west.
There was ice on your teeth
When you faced the wind,
And on the petals of your rose.
So you breathed a word on paper
In the shape of a rose, folded
And folded till it bloomed
Origami and flew
To her fingers.

Sometimes you wanted to send flowers.
And there were deaths. They came,
No doubt, in pairs.
Sunlight on the piano. Dust
On the photo frame.
Her fingers.
Her smile.
In the window there were faces speaking,
But they spoke of snow,
Or was it strikes – the post,
The cabin crews? There was ice
On your smile,
And on the petals of your rose.
So you breathed a word on paper
In the shape of a rose, folded
And folded till it bloomed
Origami and flew
To her fingers.

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Yumenoshima (Island of Dreams) (for Yumi Suzuki)

Lovers on asphalt pathways
Follow slanted shadows
Through flowers blossoming
In afternoon suns
One by one by one

Fingers light as touchpaper spark
Their eyes across a skyblue dome,
Each glimpse a stab of pain,
Flash blinding, each pane
One by one by one

Their fingers swing satchels of dreams
Confetti trails, kisses ribboning retreat
Down branching arteries of blood relating
Photo blitz and galleries of death
One by one by one

A generation on, their shoes and shadows
Buried here, fridges, kitchen waste,
A rickshaw shade, a bicycle,
The infill of lives pared in two
One by one by one

O island of discarded dreams!
O detritus of misplaced faith!
Life sings in such rich mulch
Flings hands up openly and blind
One by one by one

Sings in the rafters over the blistered hull
Daigo Fukuryu’, savvy? In rigging and rope
Bravo and the atoll bang,
Blind eyes a-boiling
One by one by one

As we stroll in the gardens
Hand in hand, in the Greenhouse Dome,
Our cameras dangle, our fingers clasp
The news of a thousands suns exploding
One by one by one

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