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Nov 2020
THE STRING ON THE KITE

The wind flowed
into the room

like an immense invisible
river

pushing aside the curtains
of stone.

The world was
in flood & i

felt like a cow
stuck on a roof

my mind meandering
in a fever

me...mere human debris
caught on a bend.

I lost inside of me.

my sister's voice calling
my name as if

I were a distant planet
that had yet to be discovered

the shreds of self
clinging to the love

in her voice
the string on the kite.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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