Remembering a Kite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 23, 2017

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Submitted: May 23, 2017



I take my memories,

Make them mine.

Fill in every spot of fuzz,

Make them fine.


I’ve one – I’m young – unclear –

An object colored red

Silent in blank stuff detached.

Dissatisfied, I spread


The red around a fragile frame,

Over, thin cloth drape

To give the shade dimension

The object, give it shape.


The fuzzy image populates

As each aspect shifts

I pick and point and recreate

Delete, erase, and sift.


I have a proper memory

All the doing done

Of sending up my crimson kite

Although I never flew one.

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