Kite
Kite
A plastic colored bird,
waltzing in the sky,
tethered to, but looking down upon,
a boy.
Kite
A plastic colored bird,
waltzing in the sky,
looking like, but looking down upon,
his mates.
Kite
A plastic colored bird,
tangos with his mates,
circles in the sky,
up, down, up,
guided by,
careful hands.
Kite
A plastic colored bird,
ripples through the sky,
crashes into sand,
plunk, thud, splat,
brought down by,
careless hands.
Boy,
looking up upon,
tethered to,
waltzing in the sky,
a plastic colored bird,
a kite.
NoelsArt
Comments: At Ocean City, Maryland, stunt kites amazed me with their acrobatics. Kites are no longer boring. Kites are cool. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
Copyright © Noel Flater | Year Posted 2019
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