Overheard at Table 3: Origami Cranes

Driving in to work today, playing "Providence" by The Fat Lady Sings, I thought of this poem:

She wrote her prayers
on tiny scraps of paper,
then folded them into 
origami cranes.

She put them in a basket,
carried them outside,
and tossed them into the air,
where they caught the wind,
took flight,
scattered themselves into the sky
and became stars.

MR

2023-0116