Who am I? All blown open, paper fold
– An Envelope, by Jack Underwood
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And may have shifted as we go,
so please be careful looking skyward.
We hold our breaths at paper moon
and too-bright sun
and similar exposure.
See,
it’s not the flap
that gets you, it’s the closure.
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Maybe the fog will have lifted
by then and time will not seem to pass
like small bones being broken in order.
– An Envelope, by Jack Underwood
Quickly, day 23. Late to the party on a travel day.
It’s always the closure, isn’t it. Nicely done.
“ it’s not the flap that gets you, it’s the closure. ”
Brilliant
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