Kite Escapade

Wind on harbor - on the wing, a diamond, apple red, darts and twirls beyond the string I guide above my head. Before a line unwound she flees. Kite’s climb becomes a swoop. A shift in rhythm of the breeze; she makes a crazy loop. I follow at a steady pace beneath Kite’s streaming tail as rising up, she starts to chase A boat with billowed sail. The sun behind her slides and casts a crimson light. She glows! She soars with gulls, pursuing masts, But then abruptly slows! Now wind blows cold, and bright bold Kite, who fancied herself free, forgot who held the string - and flight curtailed - draws near to me.