Poetry

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Kite Warding Off Mal Yeux

I know from my hovering height

there is something more to me

than my pretty cut of colours.

 

I rose on a breeze not strong enough

to ruffle duck's down.

 

Now I feel your heart beat through taut thread,

your desire to ride with me on the supple wind.

 

I am your will curved in 'coki-yea' bow and shaft,

in bright green and yellow tissue paper.

 

I change your perspective at my height

warding off mal yeux with my aerial eye.