The kite poem
Grab the wooden reel and a new kite.
Bang the back door. Run. The wind is up.
Let loose the yellow diamond high above
a stretch of park, acacia grove and gums.
This flimsy tissue bird has two cane struts.
You bought it at the City Show last summer
from an improv station-wagon tailgate store.
These kites are lightweight, freestyle acrobats
that can spin clockwise, and then opposite.
You repair them after crashes to…