'Sunset Staring Evening'

In an abandoned landing field
losing ourselves purposely in the middle of nowhere
we were trying to fly a kite
were our disagreements and efforts lesser
would we have succeeded sooner
at flying it?

Warm with sweat, cheeks red glistening
we were careful with the glass coated kite string, taut against spool
anchoring a kite dot you said
you're a good person
and laughed as you added, you're a lost saint
you and me both, Alea, I quipped
which means she who ascends

In an abandoned landing field
purposely lost in the middle of nowhere
we were flying a kite we had known all along

Happiness.

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