The Moya View
If kites are nothing but a cross on a sailthey can only rise.Yet, the child running with all his joyin the brown fieldon a cloudless day will hold the string taut, thinking it’s up to himto keep the kite in the air and never let its line cross the path of birds.Today, he will learn that earth and sky do crossand the wind is a shear.The boy will cry for the stranded kitethat heaven will adore.
As usual a stunningly visual work. The metaphor is excellent as well
S USUAL A STUNNINGLY VLISUAL WORK. THE METAPHOR WORKS COMPLETELY.
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