WORDS • IDEAS: SAMUEL ACRES
—I tied a string to a paper plane From thicker craft paper and Threw it off the balcony over The steep hill dropping Off and it sat in the huge wide air A ways out and with the string slack on A draft I bet’s still curling up That hill. Holding white Twine from maybe fibreglass. Washed, unfocussed, All out in Way off. —My sister was on the balcony With me. I wonder if she remembers. Her name is Hollie. We were children. The plane stayed up there all day. You Could feel it in the hand that held the Twine and it was something. It was a cold day and the sky was Smeared grey all of it. Give it away, but give it away right.
Samuel lives in Melbourne (Naarm) Australia.
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