The Kite

Wings outstretched like a
bird soaring, the kite flies
through the sky blurring a
kaleidoscope of colors: red,
orange, green

Your stubby legs pump
in frayed jeans, white at
the seams, your red cap backwards
and toothless grin as the
kite hurls, nose first like
a sky diver, arms out
plummeting
towards earth.

Small hand grasps mine
with pleading eyes
you beg, “Make it fly.”

Puzzled I wonder where
you came from, when I hear a
voice saying, “I see you’ve met
my son.”

With a blank stare I turn
and whisper the
soft forbidden words
“Where is your wife?”