My heart leaped up
When I saw
A kite
Flying so high
Into the Calcutta skies
And swooping upon
To lift
A crumb
Or loaf
From the ground.
The kite,
The kite bird
Blackly and beautiful,
Sharp-eyed
Flying above,
Over,
Circling and circling
Deep into the skies
With an eye
On the ground
To lift.
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