Constructions
5: Kite
The grass here is brittle
The soil is hard
The wind is like razors
The sky is all dark
Above
the boreas
Starless
Pitch black
The water is moving
Downwards in slow motion
Like world war 2 searchlights
The cars driving by
And just then
Commence
Silent
Descent
No words can describe it
The sight that we see
No camera lenses
Can capture the glimpses
Ignited
Crowning
Curtains
Falling
Kite