Kite breeze

A gentle breeze touches  our winter skin , the very kite flying  breeze we used to have on our roofs this day years ago  .

Today the kites may be flying on high roofs in our former spaces. The breeze may be flying rooftop kites cutting each other down. Here we have no kites for  the sun’s northward journey. But  we have rice flour chariots for the sun on our roads.

Here we see women making beautiful rice flour drawings before the houses. Their motifs included new sugar cane and flowers of kitschy shapes. Some times there are chariots  for the fiercest sun.Their colors run deep as their blood emotions. They  run deep as ancient  cave memories.

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