My Paper Planes Poem Kenneth Wee -

Keep some in your pocket, the ones with the dog-eared noses. If you fold one tonight, make the final crease with care—press like a secret. Aim not for distance but for the small, improbable landings: a windowsill, a neighbor's palm, a bench by the river. Send it with a single, clear thought—hello, I exist—and let the wind decide which stories it will carry forward.