Friend

there is a way beauty folds

in and upon itself

the way god's hand folds to make

it's heart line

the way two facing mirrors see each other

with a vase of yellow flowers in between

the thousand reflections

of yellow flowers

are

the way the universe is

(a spatial-temporal origami of things)

when i think of angels now i'll think of you

riding your bicycle

across god's palm

for Lingchao

Donny Davis, July 2007