THE FATHER THE SON AND THE KITE
at first i saw
how father made a kite
at first i saw
how father made a kite
it was for me
and he taught me how to fly that paper wing
and then i aged
and too old to make a kite or fly one like that
got nobody to leave father's kite
and so i left it on the road one day
the wind took it away
and i did not bother looking where it went
you know
there are so many things that i want to lose
to forget
at this stage of my life
i want to throw everything away
it is the moment of wasting
diminution, fading, until no one remembers me
one day a father makes a kite for his son
wanting to keep everything intact
valued and loved and spread
someone wise as us knew how everything ends
as beautiful as rain that stops to make the road
glisten
and he taught me how to fly that paper wing
and then i aged
and too old to make a kite or fly one like that
got nobody to leave father's kite
and so i left it on the road one day
the wind took it away
and i did not bother looking where it went
you know
there are so many things that i want to lose
to forget
at this stage of my life
i want to throw everything away
it is the moment of wasting
diminution, fading, until no one remembers me
one day a father makes a kite for his son
wanting to keep everything intact
valued and loved and spread
someone wise as us knew how everything ends
as beautiful as rain that stops to make the road
glisten
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