Kite (draft--may be edited later)

in a tree a kite. wind pulled and wind ripped, shreds and shards breaking, diminishing the overall. the (once) entirety of it.

For here is a kite, long ago made by hand, tissue paper colours chosen for their liveliness and compatibility, for their exclamation of joy! which the kite enlivened as it bounced and twirled and soared high, until  laughing, it returned to earth,  to loving hands and loving hearts. Hand made. Yes. Each frame-piece measured and cut with care, tied together in a perfect diamond. archetypal. And then the tissue, once picked out, cut and smoothed over the frame with fingertip gentle care, so it would not tear,then pasted. flour and water.

kite
string attached, reeled out, sent forth:  at first bouncing low, reaching toward currents and eddies, falling, reaching, falling reaching and then with a shout, pulling up into the blue against the blue and the clouds and the gentle chimes of the trees and the laughter of people below. And it was loved, that kite, and it loved in return, soaring--a smudge of bright in the air. the invisible air.

then.
a downdraft
the tree.
snared.
shredding.
rain and wind and time pull at the kite, crumpled, discarded, left to dissolve, disappearing fiber by fiber scrap by scrap, shard by shard until it will cease--surely and entirely--to exist;
until its very existence is forgotten altogether
& the sky closes up around the space it occupied.
seamless blue.