Coronatine, Day Fifty-three

we flew this beach kite

on this day seven years back

(a dream in life, Spain)

my daughter, then ten

still finding joy in small things

(as i still try to)

aspen trees at dawn

a pup always by my side

cats learning to love

the kite is gone now.

(i have ransacked every room)

locked down, we let go.

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