The Kite
...one 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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