Jonzo Bandwagoner

Rookie - 0 Points (Aug.26,1989 / Huntington, NY)

Roof Kites - Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner

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
Their tails, long strings, their glides.
Later we wash our hands with
Soapy dishwater—not scoured at all,
Remembering vaguely
Of clean hands, kite flying.

Comments about Roof Kites by Jonzo Bandwagoner

  • Landrey (1/3/2007 12:15:00 PM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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