Papers, lifted by a gutsy breeze
Flapped about like feeble gulls’ wings,
Until, at last, their drunken flight ceased
Abruptly, like puppets on strings.
Through open window they had fallen
Landed in a puddle quite deep.
Now the spell of written words broken
Quietly, they drifted to sleep/
Letters danced in the mind’s ballroom
Exposing every faux pas.
Signal fires of humanity’s doom
Unwoven, like arrows of straw.
Windows blackened shatter by gunfire
Pain inflicted on those who dream
Forgotten the words to inspire
Leaving behind a crooked seam.
Until one morning with the sunrise
Rays impaled the heart of the mess
Erased and cleansed, papers did arise
United, with tuneful address.
Soared again with joyful abandon
Like children enjoying their play.
Through window papers excitedly spun
Yesterday’s worries away.