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See, on this summer’s ripple of love

See, on this summer’s ripple of love
How the wind blows soft through your hair,
And the burnished sands are kissed by the waves
As you run naked without any care.

See, here’s a kite, and it blows on the breeze,
And that string hangs so still in the air:
And the noise of the crowds is like a vast song
Floating up in the heat like a prayer.

Here, in your hour, the kite’s blowing free
(Sometimes love is too strong to write down),
Ephemeral childhood, lovely to be
The jewel in this perfect day’s crown.

14/5/00

I wrote this poem remembering hazy, lazy days on a beach. The kite is a metaphor for the child’s attachment to the parent.
 

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