Origami Birds
sitting at the table
making origami birds
with empty foster labels
untold are his words
she floats onto the dance floor
like the awakening of a dream
a single stitch in time
a moment in a need
she turns her smile upon him
a glimmer in the moon
holds her hand out to him
a hush falls on the room
he folds the last seam on the wing
the edge is good and tight
they step onto the balcony
sending origami birds to flight
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