Don’t count down in cadence
Or set your memories on a hinge
Gardens are gardens
Because flowers like to congregate
And arms don’t really envelop you
It’s really a striation
A mechanical bliss
I should have told you this sooner
But I just recently realized
The universe is perfect
Despite your sucker punch sundae
With all those toppings
All rights reserved to Howard Algeo.
*Editor's Note: Yes, this is the father-in-law of our editorial director, Courtney Algeo. For Howard's submissions, we sought assistance from an impartial judge by way of submitting a blind grouping of poems to poet Matt Mauch. He deemed Howard's poetry fit for Paper Darts publication, and selected this one to go online.