Time and/or fingers if the poem be printed.
Do poems have folds? As many as memory, crevices. Think of this as an ear fold. Think of this as a poem hugs itself.
What food is folded? Eggrolls. Dumplings of all kinds & cultures. Tacos. And sometimes, a peanut butter & jelly sandwich crafted from one slice.
unto an embrace
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timbre falling through
and though the stranger walks by
some brightened buckle
beds down by the woodbox
and morning stills the cries