If+I+Were+a+Kite


 * Being a Kite**

If I were a kite I'd kneel, stretch my skinny arms out wide, and wait for wind. My yellow shirt would fill up like a sail and flap, tugging my criss-crossed wooden bones and me towards seas of cloud. My rippling paper skin would rustle like applause as I inhaled, gulping one last gust to swoop me giddy-quick above the trees. My red rag tail would drift toward everything green to balance me so all day I could loop and climb loop and climb and soar into pure sky. Jacqueline Sweeney