Severed by scissors,
angled and severe.
Holy hearts, diamonds, circles emerge
as corners are snipped,
possibilities removed.
Paper flutters to the floor;
wings litter the ground like waste.
We gingerly unfold,
creases and bumps smoothed,
loose edges freed.
A snowflake stretched wide.
This is nursery artistry.
Taped to the icy window pane;
winter light
beams through empty spaces.
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