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

The Shroud

What if

I told you

that these people, in this picture

and that these cars, in this picture

still drive down this street

still walk down this street

and stand on the corners

they still wait at the bus stop

and run through the lights

at the same time

the picture was taken

every single day

and that if you are there

at the same time

that these people and the cars and that split second before the train came through

and the picture was snapped

90 years ago

They will know

you’re there

and they will hear you breathe

and

they will smell your fear

carried to them

on a wave they can almost feel

a dark mist

they can almost see

the death shroud named here

time.

 

RDP Tuesday: haze

The Hostess

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Tea anyone?