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Roof Kites

It breaks free from our hands
And drifts skyward, a breeze
Blustering, a dream fading,
Feeling as though our toy
Has found redemption
In a trailing tail, in flying—soil
Stains our hands, we climb
On roofs and fly these creatures,
Somehow hoping this
Will rub off on us,

Plastering the colored sky with
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Landrey 03 January 2007

something tells me that there is more to this poem than meets the eye, something I'm not quite getting...very intreguing. -landrey

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