Kite Flying 


Hold on to this and run my son Uncertain footprints tread the field Soft sneaker squeaks Untied laces dance with momentum His chalk-white head bobs understandingly The Prophet child raises his hands and watches His people’s hopes take flight. This Icarus his dad calls "Isaac" Dressed by his mother just this morning In blue dungarees his turtleneck turns to catch a glimpse of his panting Father The Danger Slayer fully decorated with wardrobe full of ties. "Higher now than I ever went higher yet he must" "My diminutive executive to be my heir with a crew cut our son and rising’s reason Spring to my February." "Sip from my fabled cocktail?" "He cannot hear me now I drop the reel what must unravel will..." "Let it" A morning Magritte inspired Our cloud questioner is on the brink now "What if the world is flat?" He holds the reigns to heaven’s chariot His lifeline of anti-gravity Our fathers rest in the ground beaming "Higher boy, higher"

(1994)