“What’s Left”

faded red kite, now torn
rests conspicuously in high branches
waving a melancholic greeting with each breeze
spiderman sandals, packed away
stuffed animals with chewed-on tails
sit next to the rock he picked up
and relentlessly cried over
until he was allowed to take home
juice boxes in the fridge
don’t have the heart to throw them away
somber string cheese dinner
then a fitful sleep
in the little bed where he should be

© M. Black, 2016 All rights reserved.

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