Photopoem: Labor Day

Bespectacled and wondering,

the small boy watches

as the kite rises in the wind,

a spot of color tinting

the pale blue sky.

He looks up, pausing,

a baseball perched on his fingertips,

and for a moment he is not

eating ice cream

or jumping into a pool

or skinning his knee

as he falls off his bike. 

For the moment he just stands, calm and still,

as the kite rises over the trees,

sailing out of his reach

just like summer.