Kite Flying
There is just you
and just me
walking together
with the kite
up the rolling brown hills
just beyond our house
and my school
looking out for snakes
the breeze blows my hair
but not yours
shorn short
by a military barber
you in your combat boots
snake-proof
and I
wearing my Keds—
we stride through
the tumble weeds
and dry grass
ready to launch the kite
now—we run
fast
or as fast as we can
up hill
toward El Camino Real
our feet freeing up
the scents of the chaparral
we stop
breathless
there is just you
and just me
standing together
watching the kite
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