Prefix of the sky – map
bastions of whimsy
the sea air
now a child’s.
Kind of Hawk(imitative of his cries)
The men machete through the undergrowth of Jolo Island jungle
and launch kites through the dense canopy. They knot
each nylon cord to thick knuckles of vine, and leave
the kites cartwheeling in the pitch of night, the toy-spun
webs set to trip the twisting metal blades of American helicopters.
An umbrella might be
an arthritic kite.