Inadvertently, kites have popped up in the last two poems I’ve posted. It’s a trend!

I think of all natural phenomena, the wind might be the one with the most poetic resonance for me. Fire is neat, but it affects its environment too much. You know when there’s been a fire. Wind can hide without a trace or destroy anything in its path. That’s more like humanity.

But I should be thinking these thoughts in March, instead.