patrolling the skies
not to keep neighborhood safe
kites feeding their broods
don’t exalt nor vilify
those being true to nature
patrolling the skies
not to keep neighborhood safe
kites feeding their broods
don’t exalt nor vilify
those being true to nature
what if one morning
the river no longer flows
what’s in today’s cup?
wind blowing through reeds
most haunting melodies come
from the broken ones
small patch of sunlight
teeming with frenetic life
darkness comes too soon
moment by moment
time trickles slower than brook
kite in view finder