Purple Kites

Monkeys huddled together

on a ledge

Sleeping, on the lookout, warm

peaceful,

afore the mayhem

calls, again, the wild

degeneracy of this City

accuses them of theft.

The group has broken up now

and sprawled all over the

rooftops a half-floor

higher. A man stepped onto the

rooftop a half-floor below.

They are disinterested by the

rag doll he throws them.

And so the day begins.

In a black leather jacket the man leans

on the waist-high cement of his rooftop

balcony we presume is his

(sipping on chai).

A purple kite, again, flutters over the

adjacent brick rooftop twice,

a third time.

The man sipping his chai on the roof

is gone. He scrambled onto the ledge the

monkeys had huddled on, ignored the doll

bent over

it, peered around the corner and over

the rooftop a half-floor above and then

picked up the doll.