Kite Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

a wish to use gold and silver in the poem

to fly it above the hedges in a paper wind

then to ascend

in purple clouds as if they were drawn with crayons or

stained with grape

and to say aloud oh shine, shine my kite of words

above the green hedges the ones with the holly berries

and the little birds

stay close to home even if you soar but a little

have the transparency of song low flying cloud

dropped in a pale green april

and coming down

slight cantering toward the ground

and in the apple dawn, before school.

mary angela douglas 25 march 2020