You had a kite.
And it blew
in the wind ‘til pulled out
the sky in ribbons frayed
around the edges I thought I saw things try and struggle out.
They were in different colours and
fell gently.
I lay down by your feet.
Tried to catch the sounds they made
footprints
marked around you in spilled shudders.
I’d circled you in grass by the time you moved away.
Left the objects fallen
on the ground.
We looked after you.
Made noises too quiet.
Quivers.
Dropping.
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