Kite

a wish to use gold and silver in the poem
to fly it above the hedges in a paper wind
then to ascend

in purple clouds as if they were drawn with crayons
stained with grape
and to say aloud oh shine, shine my kite of words

above the green hedges the ones with the holly berries

and the little birds 

stay close to home even if you soar but a little
have the transparency of song low flying cloud
dropped in a pale green april

and coming down
slight cantring toward the ground
and in the apple dawn before school.

mary angela douglas 25 march 2020