03-26-2016, 11:04 PM
Minor Miracles
I spill coffee
a little too close
to my laptop
and panic.
It's a miracle
there's paper towel handy,
but for a moment
the pooling brown
reminds me of the Tohoku tsunami
and a Japanese girl I used to love
who made it real for me.
One spring morning she made me a swan
from pretty purple paper.
(Try keeping that in a safe place.)
Before I lose everything
I pat the paper to the puddle
and toss the spent towel on the table.
I know nothing of origami,
but I'll be damned
if it's not the image
of a chocolate Easter bunny.
I spill coffee
a little too close
to my laptop
and panic.
It's a miracle
there's paper towel handy,
but for a moment
the pooling brown
reminds me of the Tohoku tsunami
and a Japanese girl I used to love
who made it real for me.
One spring morning she made me a swan
from pretty purple paper.
(Try keeping that in a safe place.)
Before I lose everything
I pat the paper to the puddle
and toss the spent towel on the table.
I know nothing of origami,
but I'll be damned
if it's not the image
of a chocolate Easter bunny.