If Wishes Were Wings

We folded our wishes into origami ravens
and we launched them into the air,
sent them off into the sunset.

And in a matter of minutes,
our wishes had strangled the sun
and blackened the sky.

Within a matter of hours,
the temperature dropped
and the dew fell,

then it was only a matter of time
until the wishes’ wings were wet,
and they crashed back down to earth

littered the grass and the streets,
got caught in tree branches,
and busily began to biodegrade.

That was the day we learned the truth:
if wishes were wings,
wings wouldn’t be worth shit.