by Elsa Johnson

Origami – in a snit of pique – swept

the table clean of the red and clear

yellow she had been working on –

nothing was right – and they drifted

down to the white below.

Or…   Work complete

she lay aside the scissors

and cleared the table off.

The leavings drifted

to the white below.

Or…   Cupboard so full

that she must edit – only

the best remain.  The rest

drift    to white below.

Perhaps   benevolent

she chose to share…

and they drifted down

to the white below.

Or – mistress of her craft – Origami

gold with joy   clothed in her best

white dress   fills her arms with

glowing red and yellow    spinning

throws them…     Slowly swirling

they drift down

to the white

below.