String, Kite Poem by RIC BASTASA

i complete something today
dawn, there is dawn searching for
the door to morning
and it is closed

i look at an inspiration
it is not really good for me
but it completes me
this morning
the words that lay open and
never shut
to a conclusion
the one that makes me happier
to another day

there is something like a flesh
and it is pressed like a cloth between two iron sheets
there is heat
and it is not burned

there is a string in my hand
that holds a kite
i will cut it now and release
what all i had
to the air

it falls down
helpless to the ground
and no child ever
picks it up today

Monday, the second day of the year
the kite is free and it has no power to fly again in clear skies

separated from the string
nothing is noted to be significant
the way you see it