Paper cranes

Every once in a while
I sit at my terrace
And carve out our good parts
And fold them into little paper cranes
One thousand for a wish
Or just enough to count
And hold them together by strings.
The largest
Breaks away from the group
Lifts his paper wings
In a soft farewell
And I imagine
It flies far
Far away to a place
Where neither of us has ever been
And I pray
That it alights
On a more sturdier branch.

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