a piece of thread hung from the tail
her smile concealed under the folds of her face
without any signs of ending
hanging from a vine
feild of wheat
slipped out of his coat
She felt the sting of the aeroplane
You stood further, near the fig tree
it is seven steps as I turned and walked from you
in the backyard, dimples
appear on your cheek, excited & waiting for the surprise.
I asked you to close your eyes, and
sailed the plane towards you,
made of a printer paper, its wings of Crayola blue.
I wasn't sure where the plane was going to fall,
dipping down and thudding into the ground.
You opened the eyes as it landed on a wall of stones.
You jumped up high in excitement but
slipped and fell flat on your face.
You crumpled the plane
and struggled to remake it.
I wondered how
quickly can something like this find a place in
the heart of my little daughter of three.