POETRY
Origami Folds
A free-verse poem

collapsed from the day and edged sharp from its demands, my angles calmed with hands, frustration origami
we made a pair swans, her swan and my ugly duckling
then inside my jewelry box she tucked our red paper pair, insisted on their safe keeping
and my heart folded out in 45 degree creases, the gratitude for bending to her moment
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2020






