There
hovering in the air
like a child’s paper airplane
Is the Thought
So beautiful in concept;
light and perfect in form-
but a whisper of air
could keep it airborne
But dreams hit the pavement
-cold reality-
And like a child
I rush over
flatten out the creases
and fold them anew
in the hope the dream will fly again
…in another context
photo: Old Sarge
