He followed, point by point, the instructions on the
hand-bill.
Carefully, prudently, he folded the paper in quarters,
then in tens, then again in a thousand equal little
triangles.
His work finished, he hid, for the night, under his
pillow.
Even so, in the morning a woman he didn’t know was
washing, shamelessly, in front of his mirror.
In the mist, a quiet finger had drawn the curly head of
a ram.
The paper, folded so many times, had disappeared.
(Paul Colinet)
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