These are my words.
You can see how each lines up
behind another and they wait
like tiny kites to be lifted by the wind.
But they can’t fly. I think
it’s possible they are nervous,
shocked by the fall to earth.
So they lie among shreds
of paperbark in the long grass,
strangely happy, just glad
to see that you are near.
Tiny Kites by Kyle Kimberlin is licensed
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