On a String

[brynmawr1]

On a String

I wrote my heart
with invisible ink, hoping
that you'd hold it
up to the fire,

read my blood, drip it
on rip stop nylon- pull
and release the string,
fly me like a kite-

watch me drift above this
noisy city, a lone red note
upon the silent blue
sheet music,

then slowly
wind me in,
and pull me
back to earth.

Hi Mark,

Lovely poem.  Thanks for sharing.
bryn