((10) Fly

Let´s fly kites.

I´ve been working on one
And I can feel it strong
in my fingers.

I´ve got the right thread,
it´s windy,
it´s a clear winter morning,
and there is no class today.

I will feel your cold hands
While I teach you to let go,
To feel the air,
the blow, the whisper, loneliness.

And then the greyhounds will come and sit
To take a look at us