I flew a paper airplane
into the skyline
of outer space,
and watched it find its place
inside my mind.
The great thing about
paper airplanes
is that as they unfold,
a kind of magic is told—
even as it rains.
And even so,
it can mold
into anything,
anything you
choose!
Whether it be
a pirate ship,
or a willow tree—
a clock on the wall,
or a honey bee.
I can see that you
have become
a paper airplane,
as well—
or, at least,
something of the
same.
And whatever
you may be—
whether a poet,
or a friend,
a storyteller who
knows no end—
I will fly this plane
until it no longer can.