(42) The plight of the kite

(42) The plight of the kite.

The thin, light paper frizzles,
fritters to escape the burden
of paper weight,
as would the flying kite,
controlled by the lengthy thread,
a remote control from the ground,
the kite basks in the vast sky,
into the arena of unfettered freedom,
releases from the clutches of the
thread’s thraldom,
month long drudgery marred in
a moment’s distraction,
manumission much sought after,
the afflicted kite flies higher, higher,
never to return.