The Reject

15 Nov

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 you

smiling faced neon
over sun hotted weed.

Lurch shake kite,
cloud billow fill,
wind bound loop over and above;    
sun streamered dragon,
slink over sand,

euphoria blissful, revitalize. 

 

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