"Paper Planes" - Inge Oosterhoff
Young boys run in unsteady circles
as they watch their paper planes take flight.
Pulling up their happiness, with a swift
stream of hot summer air.
Eyes skyward, breathes inward,
holding up the tension like a rubber band
wrapped around a thick pack of cards
released only when the plane goes down.
As the paper creases fill up with dirt
and stains run through the veins of white
you can see how futures are unfolded
by little boy’s hands.
Gentle fingers folding back
what once was in the air, free
as if that summer day would always keep you
floating on just the wind and a dash of innocence.