Outside the Portland Maine Police Station there was a sidewalk filled with protest signs. Not trash. Intentionally arranged. Signs that read: Black Lives Matter. Silence = Violence. There were signs from allies. Signs of frustration. Signs of anger. Signs of condolences and grief.
Around the corner lying on the sidewalk are two slightly wobbly looking, somewhat tattered and torn origami paper cranes next to a wilted lilac blossom. They appear wounded. I was wrong. They were perfect.