Paper creased is
with a touch
made less by half,
reduced as much
again by a second
fold—so the wish
to press our designs
can diminish
what we hold.
But by your hand’s
careful work,
I understand
how this unleaving
makes of what’s before
something finer
and finally more.
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very good poem, it gets better each time i read it, which to me indicates merit, thanks for posting it and the others you reprint, retirees like me living on ss can’t afford to buy a lot of books of the younger poets so when you feature their work i appreciate it, especially when the poems are of this quality ——