If on an afternoon, you and I
Decide to set the drapes on fire
Cut the sagging telephone wire
Lying low on the backyard mire
We could catch the fleeting times
Meet the relatives of sunshine
And with each sound of the wind-chime
Escape into a different paradigm
If by all means, you and I
Could make some kites to fly
By letting them get as high
As beyond what gravity complies
Bound only by the slightest rope
To which we shall attach our hopes
And when it stations at the starry scope
You and I could quietly elope
Cut the sagging telephone wire
Lying low on the backyard mire
We could catch the fleeting times
Meet the relatives of sunshine
And with each sound of the wind-chime
Escape into a different paradigm
If by all means, you and I
Could make some kites to fly
By letting them get as high
As beyond what gravity complies
Bound only by the slightest rope
To which we shall attach our hopes
And when it stations at the starry scope
You and I could quietly elope
-K.G.
(For PRS)
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