Keep flying. Keep crashing. Keep folding. If you enjoyed this analysis of Kenneth Wee’s work, consider purchasing his full collection, "The Aerodynamics of Quiet," available through independent bookstores.

My paper planes know one direction: Away from the map I drew in school. They sail over rooftops, over rejection, Turning logic into a fool.

I fold the morning into sharp creases, A silent fleet on my window ledge. They have no engines, only the breath I save, And the wind’s ambiguous pledge.

My Paper - Planes Poem Kenneth Wee

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My Paper - Planes Poem Kenneth Wee

My paper planes know one direction: Away from the map I drew in school. They sail over rooftops, over rejection, Turning logic into a fool. my paper planes poem kenneth wee

I fold the morning into sharp creases, A silent fleet on my window ledge. They have no engines, only the breath I save, And the wind’s ambiguous pledge. Keep flying