An old-fashioned street map
your hands
a busted flush, a bankrupt business
a few greenbacks
origami
a dove, its wings
a napkin
made to look like the wings
of a dove
the corner of the page that you just
read for the third time
the bedcovers
turned down –
items with little in common except
for the creases
and signs of wear
and tear
and a general weariness
with references to unseen universes
that lurk
in the scary places between
the pleats.
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A native of Baltimore, Maryland, Jeffrey Park lives in Goettingen, Germany, where he is lecturer for Scientific English at the Georg-August-Univeritaet.
Photo credit: Kae Sable
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