Poetry

Origami

Ambalila Hemsell

first remember the folded self
paper layers           a nesting
being unfulfilled           perhaps
there is a bird thereat the center
goldfinch           eager
at the window, wings blurring
to shadow           unsolid

when you began you were budded
shut           fist you           were
tourmaline           tight bound
and mineral, casting prisms
at the …

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