3 Red Kites
The first followed me,
lifted me away
from my self,
split the seed
of sky,
rattled the clouds,
shook the thaw
of thunder,
chased the moon
hanging
from the bracelet
of stars,
and skipped away
from the night,
beneath the trees,
and hurried,hidden,
across the dawn,
above the forest
and left the path behind,
for the opening door
of day.
The second,
swooped from the side, plunged, called,
and collided with the memory and eddies
of the first,
mirrored and collapsed
the wind,
wrapped it,
into empty puddles
punched,
the deep grey blue
of morning sky
and dived,
to be swallowed whole
by the hollow shadows,
that ran from the first hints of the stentorian voice
of the summer sun.
The third,
was the largest,
with wings measured
in miles across
the sinking woven,
waiting earth,
born in creams
and browns
and rivers and towns stretching,
under the blinking patterns of life,
far and further,
in the burning dawn,
the shrinking world
below.
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