Pretty Kite
injured,
trampled into salt battered stone;
lone, unloved
today’s sweepings
left for trash.
I’ll detangle your tail,
unknot your ribbons,
your strangled cord,
lay your
smiling faced neon
over sun hotted weed.
Lurch shake kite,
cloud billow fill,
wind bounding loops, over and above;
sun streamered dragon,
slink over sand,
with euphoria blissful, re-vitalise.
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