Kites
February 20, 1998


With a tail or two, they are the diamond
eyes of skies to lick the upper vaults.


Ah, the heir apparents of March.
It seems they are the servitudes of
invisible currents.

In truth, all ages can share in the
movement to conduct a paper or plastic,
infield or other-shaped simplest way
to fly.

Away from the trees, along on the land,
in the perfect spot, they are the
shifting friends for only one month.

© 1998 Jarrod C. Lacy