Galaxies of Cherry Blossoms

I fold my arms, I fold the origami

I make myself a star

I cringe each time I hear my name

spoken in that sharp tone

the edges of my origami are soft

patterned by the rain

the edge of a flower

dropping and drooping

laid across the lawn

with tiny sparkling water circles

strewn about like galaxies

across the canvas of muted color

I walk on the sidewalks of Rogers Park

each path a new destination

each garden a new world