I couldn’t say whether the anonymous
Kite, loose in the storm, had a name.
And is deserving of one now.
And so, like a child
I turned out the light
With a wish.
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The field, the wildflowers,
Sniffed out the alone of late summer sun
With a solemn oath.
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The world is disappearing. Accordingly, the shadows pay less to get into the fair. I have seen the sidewalk cracks, the cracks in the wind, the wind in the void, the cracks in the cracks.
And the ghosts, they too had names, and this would be our poetry.
naïve haircuts 
Exquisite. The last lines are both sublime and haunting.
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Thank you!!
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Yes, I love love love that last line and how the naming idea links with the first lines which I also really like. I think the parts also work really well.
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Thank you so much!!
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wow! staggering; ‘the anonymous kite’, ‘the shadows paying less to get into the fair’ stand out for me 🙂
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Thank you so so much John!!
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Bob,
absolutely oranges as an old friend used to say as in absolutely quenching and wonderful! there are some answers in your words, answers to lift some burdens off our shoulders, at least off mine and i wear plenty around…….a wish for a name of a kite, how original is that! refreshing and the ghosts as we refuse to at least try and postpone extinction. Another beauty this one Bob!
steve
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Thanks Steve! I really appreciate that! And I’m really glad you liked it.
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