My paper planes know one direction: Away from the map I drew in school. They sail over rooftops, over rejection, Turning logic into a fool.
Not all paper planes soar. Some nosedive. Wee explores the beauty in failed flights—how the act of trying to fly is meaningful, even when the plane crumples. my paper planes poem kenneth wee
My paper planes know one direction: Away from the map I drew in school. They sail over rooftops, over rejection, Turning logic into a fool.
Not all paper planes soar. Some nosedive. Wee explores the beauty in failed flights—how the act of trying to fly is meaningful, even when the plane crumples.