Paper boat

How amazing that you have chosen the thin paper boat of my life in which to cross this sea,

a little sheet folded in certain shape to make a cupped-hands dish, the printing running this way and that.

Somehow over the wind-raked expanse and through the stomping surf this weightless little scrap arrives

and you step out and smile and say, “Thank you. I'm so glad to be here.” and I look around the gentle shore and wonder:

how the heck do you do that?

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