Umar Chak - Paper Boat Parade

Ooh.
H.
M.
I found a map in a cereal box.
Led me straight to the docks. You were
Painting waves on a plywood sign with
Blue on your knuckles and lime on your sleeve.
We flew a kite through a parking lot.
It snagged on a broken lamp. You said
That still counts as flying.
Then laughed like you meant it.
And the whole world shrank to a paper cup—
One small spark.
And we were enough.