Abstract kites in the solid sky

thoughts are kites

tied to my being here---

 numerous, abstract,

making whirls;and in words,

i do try catching them

before they disappear

and i catch them in bits

like scattered sunshine

among the shadows

of kites

tied to my being here;

in shadows and sunshine,

in learning and unlearning

i try to catch words;

 they make the sky

where the kites fly---

endless sky, solid sky




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