Paper CranesPaper Cranes by ~HoldTheNoise
The tilting creek dipped below
the arches of a wild unfurling hillside
humming in the scented breeze.
There was a child, I remember-
Squatting low at river's waist.
He released a paper-crane
which bent against the flower-foamed waves
in junctures pantomiming a butterfly's sail.
There he sat motionless as the keel and mast
hooked a sharpened silver wind,
guiding it through the river's adverse walls
of rubble and terrain.
I followed it now, bending back autumn trees
and stumbling grainy dunes.
It ducked beneath the shadows of a broken sky
and bound like a fish through rosy churns of liquid sapphire.
Faster I ran, to maintain its pace
Skidding backwards down the auburn slopes
until it vanished; evaporated
past the frosting horizon
and haloed through sifting clouds.
When I turned around
...The boy was gone.