It's a paper airplane kind of day.
The words won't stick
so I fold them
and sail them,
across the room at first,
then up the stairs
and out the door
into forgotten sunshine
(my mind is still
cloudy and gray)
until this minor wonder of aviation
comes to rest
in what remains of the rain,
taking on too much water to fly,
but now
my spirit
can take flight.
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