[Critique Group 2] Joan for March

[Joan Myles]

Paper Cranes Don’t Fold Themselves
by Joan Myles

you’ve heard plenty of her squawks and fluffles

enough to wake you from good sound dreaming

but this morning right there in your kitchen

she’s checking the eggs for counterfeits

and if you make the grade she’ll move in

as for the colorful stuff

Boy he’s been hanging around for a long time

right outside your door since childhood

he wonders where you are

 why you won’t take his calls anymore

desperate he bangs all the louder

do something he yells through the keyhole

the crane cocks her head around the fridge dorr

nods and strikes a pose

the door flies open with a rush of fresh air

and you commence to fold
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