08/08/2018

My brain is so wonderful that I can
Unravel the knots that ravelled my kite
And tail. I spread them out, just like a fan
And slowly with my fingers, smooth and light,
I start to start undoing, soothing each
Thread. Until I soon can see the tail grow,
Out beyond the kite and far out of reach.
My fingers trace each twist and turn so slow
And thread the tail through tiny little holds
And thread the plastic string's wheel through as well
And watch the way the tangle soon unfolds
Until there are no twistings anymore,
And we can fly the kite just like before.

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