My Paper Planes Poem Kenneth Wee | POPULAR | 2024 |

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.

The poem concludes with a reflection on where the planes go. They fly "high" and "far." The ending suggests that while the physical plane may eventually land (or crash), the imagination it represents has no ceiling. The speaker finds joy not just in the success of the flight, but in the act of dreaming itself. my paper planes poem kenneth wee

“I aimed for your window, / but the wind had other maps.” I fold the morning into sharp creases, A

Here is the complete text of the poem by Kenneth Wee. only the breath I save