And I forgot to mention
the best part — the arrangement
of the four staples — each spinning
clockwise from its corner
suggesting motion, a cycle,
continuity, la roue de la fortune,
like a Tibetan swastika.
I imagine your right hand
holding the stapler, judging you
to be right-handed by the shape
and flow of the haiku letters,
and your left hand holding the card,
the miracle of fingers and thumb
made for pinching,
how they shape a world.