Kite Flying Weather

by Jessica Austin

Warm autumn winds
roll along the silky spines
of slanted sunbeams
–the happy hour kind
5 to 6
Blink once get one free
an extra breath
when none are guaranteed.

The highest kite on the golden updraft
tilts and dives and splits
cirrus
right in
two,
glints, silver serpent rising
as it slides and glides on nothing but
good fortunes.

That’s all we really need,
good fortunes.

Wish me well
and tie your wishes to the tail
then send send send it
skyward
never to come down.

The weather is just too perfect.
I’d rather cut the string
and let it fly.