walking back

holding my chin trying to think
as i watch a pretty sailing ship
with my long legs i run along
trying to listen a particular song
i'm tired i'll sit for a while
and focus my weary eyes to the sky

saw a cute kite with funny tail
pink, yellow, can't really tell
i follow the string to the mound
little girl has it attach to a wand
"what's the name of your kite" i ask
she turns around and grows up so fast
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS in response to a poem below

a childlike dream
builds something pure...
sailing to the horizon
my kite has flown
and wanders all alone... passingby