Kite String

The way that wind lends tension to the kite string
this is how I am without you here and now,
here in the narrowest of narrow spaces.

The way that sand is the mission and fate of stone
so am I scattered without you.  Here and now,
in the broken, lightless night, only the stars are fixed.

Tonight the wasted, unreflective moon’s in flux
above an icy earth.  Here and now, without you
here beside me, there is no dark so cold, so deep.

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NaPoWriMo 4/26/24
~ alliteration / consonance / assonance ~
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Ragtag Daily Prompt – Friday
04.26.2024
~ String ~
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