KF40 3-06

Went down to the Kite Fest
little kids
big kids
kite goats, to the locals

Rope burned through pink palms
guiding textile missiles
smashing to the ground
to the right of me
to the left of me
children and parents running over me

Mounted patrols keep the peace
breachng height with horse
to retrieve kites
from the perimeter trees

Light breaks through the clouds
in windy beams
kids scream
by the bubble machine
do you see that?
the sail of Nylon in the morning