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Flung Art

Four angles: life, death, heaven, hell.
They open and close in their own way
Seal the corners together and float.
A paper boat on display.

Dribble on it from on high.
It will spring into a flower.
Spread open and sink
in less than an hour.

Then hang it up to dry.
But if it sags or falls apart,
gather all the pieces and fling.
Call it a giant spitball or Art.

Published in Poetry