Kites

Flying in the midst of all colors
Winds stronger than any other
You fly ever so high
There is freedom in your soar
I see you look down as you glide from side to side
I reach up
In hopes to catch a ride
But for some reason
You and I never collide
I’ll stand here and wait for you
Wearing my fringe in bright blue
Can you see me looking up at you?

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2014

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