My Superman Kite
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
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