Saturday, April 17, 2010

kites



super-high, rattling the breeze
holding it in his fist
shaking it to bits.
the wind is right.
he opens his hand.
lets out the animal
on a leash it dances
as far as it can
straining against the pull.
the wind picks up
eager in its game
to tease.
glass string pops.
the wind dies.

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