Chasing Kites
The kite man on Marina Green doesn't say very much as he tugs against a dozen tightly linked rend and blue and yellow triangles tearing across the the sky. He tugs to the left and they swoop, obediently followed by their free-spirited streamers. There is joy in flying kites across a blue noon sky, but the kite man doesn't show it. Tug here pull there and the kites swoop and dodge and linger: He grunts and he pulls, fighting back as they try to pull him up with them into the sky. Swoop and splay and furl and unfurl, nymphs and sprites of the sky. The kite man plays no attention as a child scampers in, unable to resist the call of fluttering streamers. The lithe plastic strips dangle and the boy lunges, but they are gone. Back and forth the kites soar and five children follow, dancing among the dandelions. The kites and the children race back and fourth. But the kite man of Marina Green pays no attention.
Chasing Kites
The kite man on Marina Green doesn't say very much as he tugs against a dozen tightly linked rend and blue and yellow triangles tearing across the the sky. He tugs to the left and they swoop, obediently followed by their free-spirited streamers. There is joy in flying kites across a blue noon sky, but the kite man doesn't show it. Tug here pull there and the kites swoop and dodge and linger: He grunts and he pulls, fighting back as they try to pull him up with them into the sky. Swoop and splay and furl and unfurl, nymphs and sprites of the sky. The kite man plays no attention as a child scampers in, unable to resist the call of fluttering streamers. The lithe plastic strips dangle and the boy lunges, but they are gone. Back and forth the kites soar and five children follow, dancing among the dandelions. The kites and the children race back and fourth. But the kite man of Marina Green pays no attention.