Lost Kite

Lost Kite

How often have I cried

To hold that orange and green colored kite

In my tiny hands

And let it shore higher up in the air

Gently gliding, furiously spinning

Zig-zag, zig-zag, further away from me

Becoming smaller and smaller

Till the thread could hold no more.


Hour 17


2 thoughts on “Lost Kite

  1. Lovely imagery in this. It’s easy to see the kid’s heart lift while flying the kite and then get lost losing it. Builds a fragile and tenuous connection between us and our joys.
    “Till the thread could hold no more”

    Bittersweet. Well done.

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