poetry by j matthew waters

dog fight

the flight of the single line kite
dressed in fire engine red
with hawk like eyes
is somewhat controlled
by slow tugs
and sharp yanks
tactfully waiting
for a cyclonic burst
to blast it toward the enemy
rearing its cunning sharp blade

may two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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