Remembering a Kite
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Poem by: velcrofrills
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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