I fold a diamond
and a paper dream,
bend the head down
and the eyes appear.

A blink,
alert, knowing,
so I set the wings aright,
hold warm flesh
on my palm.

Flapping, it rises, flies
to my beloved
and reminds her
I near
one thousand.

Then I’ll wish a bridge
we might walk across


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