Corner Fold

Pieced pictures together to tell a story
Flipping pages, corner folding glory
Bent so we go back there

A top page poem missing words
Pictures of people desiring similar things
Places and people perspiring different things
Perspiring poems filling words

And if he’d filled those in?
Good evening to you all

Cold covers defrosting whipped caked up windows
Warming memories, stop and sequence limbo
Down to see what’s out there

Ironing evenings to flat
Evened out evenings like that
Evening evenings steel slat
Flattening evening’s tinfoil hat
Flipped so they’d go back there