My Little Kite

” I want to sail free, like a kite” she cried  in ecstasy

from the bridge

called

Aurora

up into the clear blue  sky

of someone else’s  Spring

which had come  to her surprise

late in her Winter.

Okay

Winter agreed

who joined her on the bridge

called

Aurora

And Winter came to her

as it will always has for us all

in the form of a woman

dressed in black

and Winter roared

in ecstasy

as she pushed her off of the bridge

called

Aurora

to the gray, cold water  below,

” Fly my little kite. Soar. “

RDP Saturday: KITE

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