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if it is like a kite string
and way up there then most likely must
be painted yellow, tight tied with lightbulbs
flashing morse code & swinging.

whether the wind means to or not
it will likely fray fast  and the holes strung through

the forests will undoubtedly wither, we will need to perform
repairs & the occasional rain dance to maintain
the quiet line floating high that keeps us hooked.
something like a bridge between one river and another
 ripe with maybe seven states in the middle.
young bear cubs in the woods will paw at the sky
to try and tear the line in the winds but by
the grace of elevation, persistence & a little duct tape
things that are bound to succumb to falling

hold up a fist that isnt really there & flick off
the nagging throat of distance.
if it is so high that sometimes we lose track,

throw snowballs skyward to see what catches
then we might remember the importance of stringing

along things & bursts that aren’t really there but touching

ever slightly