Rain falls gently
in my mind
memory
a kite
running madly
about a sky
longing to be
free
the tug of the line
a heartbeat
your hand
on mine
fingernails clutching
drawing blood
as the kite
broke free
escaping our
control
us crying….laughing
”Run...run! ”
we shouted to it
as sensing
a change in the wind
it headed out
for France.
Dónall Dempsey
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