Friday last,
I found the nerve,
A dubious dendrite
Dangling in my grief
Like a  stubborn kite
In a midsummer's storm,
Flashing razor on her tail
Slicing through the wind
And every norm of propriety;

As the cryptic  cord
Wrestled my right hand
And my ambivalence
About letting go;

A battle of wills ensued:

The stubborn kite, glory-bound,
Vs
the grieving son...

And the kite won...

Last Friday...

~ Pablo (#lastfriday)
11/17/2013