If You Ever See Them, Wave Hello for Me
There's a fort by the sea
where I used to launch
paper airplanes from.
Tucked inside the folds
were green plastic warriors
full of burning passion
in their hollow chests.
My brave toy airmen
vanished in the horizon
and never came back.
When my grandfather was
a boy, he shook his fists at
the Emperor's flying squadron
as they soared above him.
Like a falcon zeroing in on its
kill, the predators picked my
walled-city apart, setting three
centuries' worth of literature
I sat on a rusted cannon, ever vigilant,
the trusted sentinel of the Republic,
keeping an eye out for pirates long gone.
And though the sun is setting here,
it's just barely rising in a peripheral world
where my paper planes are forever flying
toward the maidens they left behind.
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