Balloon Kite

We were nowhere
close to water
Yet soothing tides
bathed our feet

in no time winds
turned the
playdough in my hand
to a balloon that
started flying in the air
and I began
pulling at the string
like a kite

Palmistry

The playdough
a hand
I asked the hosts
how was it made
to have all the
tiny strokes of a
real hand
they said it was
a mold