Wednesday, February 13, 2013

When the Right Wind's Up

pull tight the string
or, really, it tightens around 
your palm and bloating fingers
dips losing faith in the wind
climbs and tugs as the sun beams
angles out the shimmering sky
shrinking with gathered height
a diamond or a box
of paper plastic nylon wood
with or without tails
a diving loop means 
pay closer attention
one arm stuck out
working the spare line
cowboy with the thinnest lasso
other hand methodically
twirling 'round the bobbin
rapidly re-spooling the 
warm and waxy twine

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