Go Fly a Kite

by Glen Martin Fitch

Once more.
Please notice how
I keep it taut
by only letting out a bit.
So try to keep it high enough.
Then, once it's caught,
let go.
I'm certain we can make this fly
and once we get it up
you'll see how long the tail is.
Sunshine makes the panels glow.
Don't stand there!
Come on! Run!
The breeze is strong.
You changed your mind?
You could have told me so.
'Cause I'm prepared
to fix a flimsy frame or
untie knots,
face winds that gust or shift
and I'm not here to play
the game called "BLAME"
but I can't do this
if you let it drift
or drop the spool.
Oh hell!
Just cut it free.
It can't fly
if you don't believe in me.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011