the kite man

there is a kite man in my dreams. he stands in a cobbled lane. he mourns. he wishes that he had made different choices; that he had lived purely. taught people smaller than him to climb trees, held their hands when they were sick; loved in that magical and unconditional way. the kite man stands in the cobbled lane and remembers a tree he once knew; he once named.

the kite man stands in the cobbled lane. he inhales. he sighs. the kite man grieves. he closes his eyes and he remembers two little people playing hopscotch. the kite man begins to weep.