Frail

3. Paper airplane

The wind only carries

those who wish to fly

and she's planted her feet

so far into the ground

that roots have spread

and leaves have browned

when the weather turned crisp,

her arms burning from

the cold but the breeze

can make her feel again

wiping her tears with its caress

she tilts her head and

watches her cardboard heart

glide on the current that

just comforted her and she remembers saying that

she was too afraid to soar

because she was just too flimsy,

her wings too poor yet

she stands eagle-spread

like the airplane in her head,

but then the rain comes

and we all know what

happens to paper when

it's thrown into the water.