Apr 7, 2010

Wind Moon

(from the moon series)

blown away to the other side of the Earth,
like a kite dragging a planet
to god knows where,
and there's nothing in the sky.

Except the sun,
the sun setting,
a luminescent orange blinding sun
ball setting on the horizon

and the clouds.
Two lines of clouds,
two lines of clouds parallel
the horizon

and the jet.
The jet inching its way
toward the apex,
straight above the windmills
on the mountain

and three kites.
Three kite surfer arced kites,
dipping and diving kites
crossing the face of a light pink sun.

But really there's nothing in the sky.
Except air. Except the wind.

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