Watcher

Scattering bird and prey
toward jagged rocks
he tucks his wing, dives.
Tethered with a string
a solitary kite, he floats
on wind that cuts our spring
coats, we shiver as he hunts
to snare a snake, lift it twisting
to the cloudy sky.


I am cheating somewhat here, because this is a revision of a poem I wrote earlier this year. I have to revise six of my poems for class and turn them in Thursday along with the originals. Revising is where the true work of poetry comes, so I am allowing myself this one.