Thank you to Glory Sasikala of GloMag for publishing my poem in the November issue.
https://glomaglib.blogspot.com/…/…/glomag-november-2020.html
Kite’s Eye
The dimming of those strange stars brings the day,
as our own familiar orb slowly advances upwards like a kite,
her string let out gently by an unknown hand,
her periphery disturbed only by fire’s touch.
Yet one day she’ll be old and lame,
getting up will be harder,
the dimensions of that kite having shrunk,
her morning’s eye turned cloudy,
that same eye turning back toward our sphere
without ever again looking at us.
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