Red Kite
We walked in the woods ,
There was a red kite
Mobbed by crows .
Plastic bag
Rattling
On the hawthorne
Dogshit on the
Treads of
A small pair of shoes .
But we walk on
Into the sunlight
Wash ourselves down
And don’t look back.
Another time will
Come
We will make
A different day.
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