The Kites Again Poem by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus

Even in my ages of responsibilities


I want to fly the kite
By noon in coloured pants
Joyously cutting through the streets
In sweet estacy of childhood largese

I want to ride my boat with brothers
On Papa's Solfa, like Captain Leroy
Navigating my crew through the imaginary seas
Defiling the deafening screams of the Kitchen


In my seas of reminisce, Reality knocked

I will fly my dreams like kites
For a Colourful life's noon
Joyously cutting through streets
In sweet ecstacy of fulfilment


I will ride my boats with the brothers
On common goals seas, like Captain Leroy
Navigating our visions, through the red seas
Defiling the deafening screams of disappointments.