Child folds wings from notebook page
Wind rolls in from distant stage
Thunder shakes the wooden floor
Rain hammers on the kitchen door
Lightning writes in jagged script
Plane finds shelter calm and clipped
Porch boards groan with heavy weight
Small white wings await the fate
Folded wings on splintered pine
Ride the storm in drawn-up line
Salt air knows the paper's weight
Small craft rides the thunder's gate
Ink bleeds slow on folded crease
Storm don't care for human peace
Lamp light swings on rusted chain
Watching through the window pane
Gale screams past the shingle roof
Paper holds its tiny proof
Kid sleeps deep in bunk upstairs
Unaware of wind's sharp tears
Folded wings on splintered pine
Ride the storm in drawn-up line
Salt air knows the paper's weight
Small craft rides the thunder's gate
Dawn crawls up the weathered wood
Paper plane stood where it stood
Sun dries out the porch planks deep
Kid wakes up from heavy sleep
Folded wings on splintered pine
Ride the storm in drawn-up line
Salt air knows the paper's weight
Small craft rides the thunder's gate
Throws it hard into the blue
Wind catches what the storm blew through
Salt spray kisses wingtip edge
Flight begins on cliffside ledge
Folded wings on splintered pine
Ride the storm in drawn-up line
Salt air knows the paper's weight
Small craft rides the thunder's gate
Circuits wide above the bay
Gone where gulls and freighters sway
Kid lets go lifts paper high
Wind takes it to the open sky
Folded wings on splintered pine
Ride the storm in drawn-up line
Salt air knows the paper's weight
Small craft rides the thunder's gate
Salt wind carries folded wings
Gone where lighthouse beam still swings
