Where I Saw You (The Kite)

Maybe you are not in love
but I am stuck
tangled in branches
knots of thin white string
wrapped around wood
by night winds
high in the top of a thick
bushy cypress
pining for you to climb up to me
Cut me free with your knife
Let me fly again into the clouds
As you sing out in joy
the beauty of my colors
against the endless blue sky

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016

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