It's swooping and bucking over my head. When
I think it will nose-dive, it soars up instead.
It circles and skims in the hazy blue air.
A red dragon face grinning down
on me here. Pulling the
strings I keep it in play,
and it plummets and
rears till
the
wind
tails
away.
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