You are fed up
of being A little green turtle,
Wanting to fly
Seeing the clouds in the skies
Drifting,
Pray for nature to change you
Extend your tail much longer like
The braided hair Of rapunzel,
Get off the house
above you
And be a little bigger than
what turtles are supposed to be
And nothing greenish now,
Little green turtle
You can be white & flimsy
and even taller
On some cellophane wings
On a longer paper swinging tail
On a proposed compromise
Of become a summer kite
Inanimate
but steadily flying by a strong string
with a boy pulling
wherever you go
You still want it?
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