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Kite Flier
by Larry Jaffe
You are the butterfly
who escaped reason
whirling your colors
in empathy
as your tongue
disdains excuses.
– the room grows darker
with your departure
I wander relentless
pursuing your silent
wing falls
drinking deeply
at your draught.
– I follow
a desert dream
While you dance
to the music
of the wind
I fly kites
in hopes
of distracting you.
I could be blind
and know you
are beautiful.
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