kites
fly and plead.
swift drift floating in
the thinness of thread.
pulling and letting in
the fragile breeze
and the deep breath.
free to pilot with inertia
inside the dust bubbles clear
they may burst
they may fear
they may bounce in
blue blue sky
for the sun
to tame until they’re
too too high.
pulling in waves
letting in shy
fly and plead
good good bye.
