The Kite Again
Can I fly the kite again,
So high
With the wind tugging at its tail
And watch with feelings
Know not in this hood?
Can I make a plane
Out of this sheet again
And will my cares to the wind
As its fans wheel about the yard?
Oh I wish
I could build an unsinkable boat
With the shield of 2B's pages again
And navigate the River-drum
Like Lander and John
When life calls
With unsolvable riddles!
Oh I wish
I could roll my jeep
Made out of the wheel
Round and round the street again
And sweat off the stress
That sag this adulthood!
Life in its tender stage
Is filled to the brim
And need no sage
To soar high
Just like my kite.
And when it's got me deafening
With its spiky melody
I long for the kite again.
Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2016
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