If I Were a Kite

“In the wind, the kite was lean-looking — colored paper stretched tightly over a cross-shaped frame, like flesh stretched over a skinny man’s ribs.”

The Wet Season

Would any brave literary sea captain possessed by the ocean change course because of a foretold storm? Perhaps they consider, but they seldom do. The legendary ones never flee, whether nobly or tragically. That wouldn’t be brave — or poetic.