Snowflakes -- Prune

Blind eyes to world's sight
No peeking! Bobby, at Sue's page
The mind wanders -- delight
Of discoveries yet unmade.

Fold the page: one, two, three
At each turn, from the whole sever
A corner. Scraps to drift free
'Cross sea of tile -- pilgrims' cockles.

Hold it high above your head
A banner to Will Bradford's pride
He tore this, she cut those then that --
Individuality smiles.