LOFTING KITES


I wake up from life a
half old woman, graceful
lines sagging
, wondering
how to start over
A love
gone
, A generation segment
chapter turned in a book
that can't be read again
Lofting kites tugged back
by memories and insecurities

I wake up with joy, sometimes
kept alive by friends but even
they
must dance with the past.
The string of life loosed again
a new venture, challenge
accepted,
but then I see the flushed
scarlet
creases in my hand

   Copyright 1996 CARA
 
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