at last
the sheet of paper
with smudged little
cartoon hearts
drifted down
to swirl along
the crowded streets
so many busy people
angrily scowling
desensitized to
the joy of being
autonomous rather than
bound in place
and the sheet of paper
realized that
all of the words
that penetrated the
pressed pulp
carried no true sense
of their application

it fluttered to a halt
in front of a large building
a sign out front read
now hiring
and the sheet of paper
decided perhaps
this was exactly
what it needed to
fully comprehend
this conscious condition