untamed
they fly with the weekend wind
above parks and beaches
drawing eager onlookers
to savour vigorous coloured flight
heightened bragging
and delicate cloud touching,
all the while
bumping and pecking
the edges of tomorrow
tethered though,
lest their dancing careens into Monday

        why suggest to innocence
        that a kite is only a kite

First published by Ginninderra Press in ‘The Crow’ December 2020,
Editor Joan Fenney