Kite Tale

By Nancy Allan

© Copyright by the author 2007

I tie my troubles to a kite

and watch ’til they are out of sight.

A litany of slights and hurts,

tied to a kite that dips and flirts

with trees and clouds and a telephone

wire, stopping to chat with an old church spire.

Resting its head on a grand blue sky,

it suddenly begins to fly, its tail a speck

from down below. I open my hand and let it go.