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 insecuritiesI 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
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