Kite

Ambitionless

Without it's wind

Uncontrollable

Without it's tail

Rebellious

Without it's string

But as it wrangles and spars

It's way aloft

We point

Exclaiming

“Look at that!”

Convertible

Conspicuous

In the dense stream of hard-tops

No doubt headed for a road with

Fewer stops

Where a free wind will coax an eddy

From his silver hair

And time will drift behind the

Altered chords of a Steely Dan song.

A new world's guileless

Reflection

In his aviator shades

The summer sun invites us too

Out of our air conditioned

Cocoons

As we stare out of our practical windows

Amid the stirring of our soul's

Envious wings