Paper Planes

I read my poem

To an old friend

He thought it

Was about him

It caught me so

Off guard when

He began to sob

It was meant to

Be humorous

Seeing him cry

Brought tears to

My eyes as well

So there we sat

Two grown men

Sobbing together

over a silly poem

About time travel

* * *

poems are paper planes

sent in the night to touchdown

in secret places

–Photo by me

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