The Kite

When the twine was cut
the diamond rainbow kite
held middle fingers to the sky
like birds just freed
and soared toward the sun,
but was yanked suddenly,
stopped by a screw secured to the string
hitting every mailbox,
every car hood,
every tree top
and roof
until the tail
wound and tightened
around a telephone poll,
and the kite steadied above the neighborhood
like a flag saluting its country.

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One Response to “The Kite”

  1. every word without fail–good piece

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