Kites, a poem

kites lay dying on the shore
each gust of wind tempts
lovingly at their weary tassels
long have they waited
yearning again for flight

cars fly by the house at night
held in them, quiet thinkers
resist the urge to turn around
instead they drive home
sighing as their favorite songs
trill through the speakers
invisible messages
never fully delivered
each is a wish

clouds throw rain down
on our heads as we run home
now the Summer is over
newer things await around the corner
even us, splashing in puddles
running into one another

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