rounded calves of
pale freckled skin
Perhaps unaccustomed to
sun exposure
Yet
He flies a kite with casual ease
a nonchalance only gained
from endless practice
He keeps the kite
on a short leash
Simple blue diamond it hovers
silently persistent
got a monkey on your back?
walk circles to shrug it off
Yet
He treads without alarm or tension
Familiar with this friendly presence
kite peering over shoulder
His soul on a string
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The above is an untitled poem by Fiona Clifford
