My Superman Kite

fly high and fast, man of steel trying to escape and fly free for real, darting to and fro quickly, pulling and circling and diving I hold tight as his cape and mighty fist pointed high, finally climb to the bright noon sky---no bird or plane is this that flies---it's superman. the wind whips and snaps hard against his chest and I wish I could ride there and look down upon me like he b u t the b o l d red "s" r u l e s the s k y n o t me