I love the way papers flit in the wind,
The way a strong force possesses them and suddenly they live,
The way they dance the jig of simple reality.

And when they fall they are happier
Their violent foray finally finished
And for all but a second the wind mourns them and wishes them once again to take flight

But their time is over
gravity holds them down
as the wind
with a sigh
begins to lead another paper into
Another Dance