Paper

I am watching a wasp

Build a paper nest

With deliberate precision

I can only envy.

It is a thing he knows

How to do in the way

I know how to spin words

Into paper—or at least

Onto it. Which is instinct,

And which is thought?

Both are both,

And neither will last

Beyond their season.

6/24/2024

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