Paper Fans

The fans appeared, flying tenderly,

In a sky that once belonged to us.

Painting the horizon, yellow and red,

Playing with the clouds.

In the middle of a summer day,

Like yesterday, tomorrow, or

A year ago. The fans floated

Above us, a technicolor show.

Their owner must be looking for them,

 You worried.

Or perhaps he set them free, I asked,

As the fans turned in the sky.

Two colorful Japanese paper fans,

Turning high up, as we stand

And see their dance.

Two vibrant fans, red and yellow

Shapes, swirling around

Just for us.