to a heartstring
tugging at its core
pulsating with
the incoming breeze.


the kite
keeps a steady momentum,
rising and falling
like a wave
through the sky.


it encounters
a resistance,
a violent wind 
that snaps the taut line
causing it to plummet.


the gust drags the kite
toward the ground
in a heap of
broken sticks
and torn paper.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

RIP Abuelo

Inspired by: "The String That Ties Us" by Beautiful Eulogy

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