Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Kite

   never finds a cathedral,
             a wave in a storm,
             a dancer's leap in the air
             quite as high as one has
             been expecting...
                   -- Proust

Feel the string throb
as the kite rises
disturbing a gaggle of geese
cutting through a cloud
chasing the wind
Tethered to a kite reel,
the kite strains to reach higher
stopped by each turn of the winder


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