he made a thing of paper,
and then, he set it free —
the joy was in the journey,
in all its brevity
and as he grew, he came too see
that much was of this sort:
a thing of paper, joyful, with
its travel time
too short

he made a thing of paper,
and then, he set it free —
the joy was in the journey,
in all its brevity
and as he grew, he came too see
that much was of this sort:
a thing of paper, joyful, with
its travel time
too short