Two poems: Paper Birds, Dim Sum

Paper BirdsMy grandmother once taught mehow to make paper birds. Not the kind you fold in half, but the kind you can make with a single stroke, with a single hand. (Pen or pencil, or even calligraphy brush, it doesn’t matter.) It goes like this: two round, little mountains kiss each other upon the feet and greet each otheras dawn does to dusk. They cut their wings from the tips of widow’s peak, where the sun has left them both(after all, somewhere, the sun is always setting, the sun never be...