A Kite Called Hope

Amid sagging, wise brick faces
on a high summer day
when umbrellas are unlucky
and the breezes won’t come out to play,
when a dollar short is un-fare,

When the sprinklers jet out warm water
disappointing and tasteless
and A.C. is as good as a faithless prayer,

A mirage in the distance
above the blacktop road
Shimmers - a flirt:

The infant arms
of a small sapling reach out
and you run
to the ephemeral bathtub bubble
because
a shadow is a shadow all the same.

Author's Note

The edited product (still a work-in-progress) of a 5-minute free-write with the following trigger:

"A shadow is a shadow all the same."
-from A Book of Surrealist Games
(compiled) by Alastair Brotchie and (edited by) Mel Gooding

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Please let me know what you think. Thanks.

Reviews

[Markymark]

This is a wonderful piece of writing, quite refreshing after reading so many trite flowery and sweet pieces sandwiched between vampires and "I want to kill myself" pieces of thought shards rather than real poetry. This piece has a great repetition of word play phrases, and leaves the reader with a good feeling.

I truly liked this..

mark