Kite Flying July 1 79

A small advance party scouted the valley high, The rest, In a ba, Massed on the ocean nigh, Not towering creatures with spindly hairs, Nor mountains of bellows with rumbles of bears, But endless splotched Like cotton from cats, Plumps and hunky Like so many rats, These clouds rolled by In a playful parade, Summer chasing Summer, Turtle passing hare, Chicken riding puppy dogs, This tree and ground my chair. Horsehead whales And heads of bores and boars, Dragons and unicorns The half-moon with me watched.