HIS KITE

Today he flew a kite of happiness,
A tail of smiles, a string of tenderness.
Moments spent, never to reclaim.
For not much, but just the same,
The giving made the gift.

Can you see his kite?
It's high above the smog,
Of selfish words
Up where the air is fresh,
And motives clear.

What good is a kite you can not see?
He knows it is there, and he can be
Proud of it.