Origami Poet

She folds language itself
Flat on bond paper.
Her creases enslave creases
In relief of relief
Around brows and skies.
Sails shimmer under shut eyes,
Rains flap over shut ears,
Drool crawls out of wrinkles
Along flapped-over cheeks
To rabbit-eared lips
Shimmering in aerodynamics.
Her crane breaks fish-cages.
Her dog burrows through links.
Her poetry blintzes outward,
Box-pleating rhythms,
Trapping release in flexagons.
Meaning tails kite folds
Unwinding in figure-eights.
No wonder her kites tear the sky.

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