Poetry by Jeff Green

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Wishing

by cricketjeff on May 30, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

When you first fold one thousand paper cranes
They say you’ll have a wish that must come true
And since I have a knack for taking pains
I thought this would be something I could do

I took two reams of coloured paper squares
And set to work to make the folded birds
They spread across the tables and the chairs
And pretty soon we came to angry words

The thousandth crane complete there was a sound
And there before me stood an ancient crane
He spoke and then I crumpled to the ground
He waited ’til I came around again

He asked me for my wish, can most cranes speak?
I wish I hadn’t wasted half a week!

Author notes

I am not properly happy with this, so I may edit it before the contest ends.