painted kites

March 19, 2009 | Filed Under ordinary 

it’s the middle of the night, this computer makes a groaning sound in waves, up and down with the fan inside spinning.  we spent the day happily, the boys being good to each other, a long visit to the park without planning to go there, other boys to match henry’s energy, lola shrieking, walking in circles, jude hiding in the tunnel slide for a long time.

oh, blue sky, light jackets, the breath of wind a secret in my hair, on the back of my neck.  spring is for girls, i’m sure of this one thing tonight as i slip across the cold floor and close the window.  this morning when i woke up i was cold from the sheets, the blankets, covered in air the color of phlox, of dogwoods that consider blooming.  birds near the fence bickered over breakfast, sun in their feathers, the day a swoop and a soar from nightfall.

i like the late nights, the cat at the door, today tucking itself into bed, tomorrow perched with an eye to the east, the sunrise coming early, hope in long white threads stretched out before me.

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