The big Buddha
Looks out from the hill
Across a mosque
Across the bay
Accompanying me as I try
And try
To keep my kite in the sky
“Pull left””
Pull right”
“Let it out – NOW!!!”
Crash.
Into the sea again.
Two hours later
I start to get a feel
For this dance
Like the Buddha sitting with the calls to prayer
Maybe tomorrow
The wind will blow again
And a board can step in
Too


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