Kites


You're so easy
to fall in love
with

like
autumn, leaves, light,
parachutes, rain,
temperatures and beauty.

What an un-
encumbering thing, fragile,
this gravity where
kites like us

escape to ride
clear skies among
the clouds, or hang
inebriate air

between, the opium
dawn as open eyes, two
fishbowls of mercury.