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Tired feet.
Long day.
Sunkissed cheeks,
the elevator closes me in–
tepid air.
Frazzled from dodging traffic across the city.
But I forget my constitution when the doors open
and I recall that this is the only place in the country,
where you can fly a kite.
I suppose,
the welling in my eyes,
makes dewey this memory.
As my spirit is renewed at this sight!
Humanity’s best light before me.
Families sprawled on green grass,
Fathers rescuing kites
out of canopy tree’s outstretched branches.
Young couples laughing into each other,
babies lounging in grandma’s arms.
O how this spoils me!
dancing ribbon in the sky,
and generations coming together
beauty in the ordinary long day,
tired feet,
full heart.
Tony Le Calvez 
Kristina Patterson