Papalotes (Kites)
by Jorge Rodriguez
Monday, October 28, 2002
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Often kites get caught in
Trees, the
Branches
Tearing
Cruelly asunder
What once
Helixed
So majestically
Towards
Ethereal
Red
Skies,
And clouds
Of buoyant
Blue
Cookie cut
Silhouettes.
So my
Heart too has
been cut
easily
Through brambles
And thickets
Of Duplicity,
Has now
Found a clearing
That floats
Through your field
Of rare
Black
Berries,
Unmolested
By roses
With thorns,
And branches that
tear
Lovelorn kites
In three.
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