Kites on our roofs

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

On the  day the sun turns north , kites will be flying on high roofs in our former spaces. The breeze will 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  will see women making beautiful rice flour drawings before the houses. Their motifs include 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 in ancient  cave memories.