6 February 2014

The sky is a photograph.

The kite flew loose
Suddenly
It fell away
Unresisting
Featherly, fartherly
Plink, unlinked
It said its byes
Hid its lies

You cut it loose
It flew. Away.
Unnoosed.

Wastingly, witheringly

You run to it
Or you don't
Stay. Sky. See.
Stare. Wondering.
Undone, it flew.
You cut it loose
And stayed. Wondering.

Stuck in a treebranch
Hidden in shadows
On a tin roof
Catneighbour
On sunny afternoon
Faded, dry
Torn, forlorn
An empty string
Fell to the floor

Footsteps
Fell over the door

You went to sleep
Unwondering.

Darkness
Cold darkness
Cut off night
A story, a kite.
Out of sight

Light.