Kite

KITE

By Mary Burns

Multi-colored,
my bright colors garish
against the soft blue sky.

I tug against my string
and climb the ladder of the winds,
higher, ever higher.

Exalted am I,
as people look up at me
with happy smiles.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

So how is it I have come to this?
How could this have happened to me?
Now I am an ornament
in the branches of a tree.

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