Maria Garcia Teutsch

The Crane

She folds the first love letter he sent into an origami crane
and goes to the river where she watches it bob
with the current. All the pretty words float downstream,
words like: “rare” and “beautiful, ” silly words really,
except when applied to oneself. She knows a secret:
all clichés are welcome in love poetry not for publication.

She keeps the last love letter locked away in a secret place,
reads it only when she wants to unleash what’s laired

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