I must have lost my mind when I ran out of the house without my phone
To chase the light and the boy
Down the street, around the cars, across the field,
Laughing as I wrestled the rough kite string away from the kitty
Gasping each time the pointy blue nose dove at a tree
And smiling at the unruly hair of a dare-devil pilot who, swiftly maneuvering his wind-whirled falcon,
called up to its snapping wings:
“I like that sound!”
I do, too. I had forgotten.
