High And Low As A Kite Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

We flew a kite but he was
clouded by Veronica
Amassing CDs as I tuned
on my Harmonica
Kind of unmoved in bed
But craving sex
Into football but losing his pecs
Turned Veggie
as I dreamed of meat
Hard up days- when it was a treat
Depressed about his past
but I lived the present
Juggling the balls of life
Which were incessant
Pleasantly, sad moody man
I Kicked him along like a can
I was always going to fly away
Like a kite, or bird or a plane
while he would stay and
Write his sorrows again and again.