Forms

One wasted page. Small
Mottled, creased squares of paper
Stacked neatly in rows

An origami
Shape evolves into something
Rose-like. Shining bright

hanging from wool streams
From an open window. Ledge.
The rose drifts. Slowly

One way, then a new
Direction will take hold.
Silently. Stillness.

                                    It sways.