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Sending our big blue kites
A little above the bluer sky
Halfway to heaven
Where angels play
Like silly butterflies.
But our hands are not letting go
Stapled, glued–we can’t get enough if I may say so
Consolation: we play for the angels
More silly than butterflies
Bewildering the blushing sky
Calling the day off; benching all the kites.
Marching braver than the penguins
Holding hands inseparably one winter in northern Antarctic,
Where snows end their fate in Hawaiian shave ice,
And the flightless birds need not to hide their babies
Soon coming into life.
But our bodies know only one season: Summer
Know only one task; one mission.
We learned from the bees.
We compete with the bonobos
And the lovebirds, the bowerbirds
The manakins and flamingos.
Here we go.