Up Where It Belongs
Strewn by knitted spines and a tail,
with ribbons on its hair, bright flowing
visions hover along an azure sky. Gracefully,
the flight takes a diamond shape as if to roam
away in some twirling prance. And as it slowly faded
from sight, the little boy on the beach giggled
and tugged the braided loop calling his paper wing,
“ Come back; I’ll have to pull you in.” But it waved on
like an entranced sail kissing the clouds; till near dusk
marked the rising moon…quietly, he rested on the sand
to gaze at the breezy sky again; this time a bit aware
the kite he handmade and loved won’t come back…
for it is up above where its home belongs.
~
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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