Current Poem

origami

 

thousand

 crane cycles

figured

through

fingers

folded

history

up

curls

smoke

away

winter’s memory

 

This poem grew out of a 2016 meeting at the “Art in the Park” craft fair at Quiet Waters Park in Annapolis.
My wife and I stopped to talk to a vendor who was making origami jewelery pieces.

She was interesting and we chatted for awhile about her craft and her experiences in learning and doing. She estimated she had probably made ‘thousands of cranes’ in her lifetime.

The poem has since gone through several revisions to get to its current state.

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