not so many kids
not so many kites above
clouds go unadorned


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  1. Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
    A classic. Such complex simplicity. Poor clouds looking at all those unkited children – of so many varied ages! We still have wind. My little Cali-kite goes to the end om my heavy-duty surf-casting rod with way too much line and I have to rein it in when the big field is but a little distance from the airport glide paths. I wait for visits to permissed pastures – and promise not to purloin the ‘shroons sprouting from psy-delic patties.

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