I gave up on... the ones we made in school of paper stuck in trees
Only by the ocean could I send one to the sky Tail of yellow streaming if the wind was right Tethered to its spool My sky-dog on leash of string released, unwound my hope to send it all aloft with crescent moon and golden rocket on the blue-- diamond growing ever smaller into the light of day Until it stood above for hours on the gentling winds a miracle
Lying in the sand below I dream about it tail curling in the currents on this coldest of days a miracle still
For Mr. Sheehan who showed us the ways of kites out on The Cape.