Mr. Sadako

He sat,
with his knees bent and crossed,
like it was something natural to do,
like he was origami.
The folded paper man
remembered a story
of a thousand cranes.
He wept as the wind pushed
and threw his body across the park,
like tumbleweed
in a thunderstorm.
The tears kept
as the torn paper man
became a thousand pieces
and blew a wish