High as

a kite,
flying so high,
a mote in the eye
of the all-seeing sky,
lost to sight
behind a cloud, bright
as a distant sea.

Kite bird sails,
a ship, in its wake trails
no sound.

Bound
on the wind’s back,
tide’s swell, wave’s smack,
kite rides the coming storm,
where swallows swarm
into the after light.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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