A moment in the park
before it gets too dark.
I’m trying to relax,
but insects fill our tracks.
The steps we leave are taken by
barbarians and slugs –
at least we have the kites above,
tied to us on strings of love.
Connected at the wrist
for one last summer’s tryst
below the coasting planes.
Most of this will change.
The walking paths and butterflies
will silently succumb.
At least we have the kites above,
tied to us on strings of love.
It’s too beautiful today.
The lines converge and slip away.
To spend the afternoon like this
does wonders for my blood,
staring at the kites above,
tied to us on strings of love.
Go back to “Secret Weapon”.