Wind Sock Kite-Mare
Wind sock kites can be seen along the beach
Couldn’t afford one; always out of reach
Until that Wednesday
When one got away
“Please, Mom, let it be mine,” I did beseech
No other kids were in sight on the sand
I grabbed the string; the kite took off as planned
Seagull in the way
Tangled right away
Snarled in the jetty, I saw it crash land
*Entry for Gwendolen’s “Let’s Go Fly a Kite” contest
Dedicated to Alexa Brus who has helped me hone my writing abilities and gave me the encouragement to continue writing when my muse escaped.
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